Poem about Philippe Peite By Fathia

     The entire time I wrote this poem I just thought about what it would be like in his shoes. All the thoughts and emotions that he must have been feeling, and thinking about. I titled my poem Walking on Air, because I think that’s what the people below would have thought. It’s not every day that you get to see a person on the high wire.

Walking on Air

Thousands of feet

Above ground

Nothing in sight

Bu the gleaming building

Obstructed by floating clouds     But

Oh how beautiful it is!

Nothing has felt as

Right as this

The simplicity

The elegance

This is what dreams are made of.

The clouds are drifting away

Close enough to touch

Perhaps I should move along

The bird’s eye     Glaring

down at me

Never would I imagine

Walking across the sky

Fear is nothing

But a lack of knowledge.

It seems impossible

This task at hand

I wonder

What those below thought

It must have been beautiful

To watch

The man

Walking on air.

What a memorable day

That August day

Dream big      Because

Dreams are essential.