Sky walkers

 

Spinning like gossamer down the cliff face 
watch them dancing on gravity
They ply their trade lightly –
in their shining world, they are weightless.
They are sky walkers, not artisans.
Only one footprint from calamity
they bring us stories of eternity.
At least they are not charlatans.
In their aerial ballet is artistry.
As they dangle in space and time
polishing their glass walls to brilliance 
their skill lies in their mastery
of the ordinary and the sublime.
Like true artists, they don’t need us.