Wire Transfer

Across roiled sky
the tightrope lies,
wavering cord
as you toe the fiber.
So much money along
this fragile path
—the bills seem
as if they will fly
windward at first
sign of chaos.
You must cross
this chasm, trust
your future joy
to this exchange
of funds. Pray
you don't fall
victim to fraud,
bleak tendrils
waiting to break
your fragile path
to home.

Thanks for reading! This year I'm writing poems about moving into my first house and dealing with a lot of drama and evolution in this and other parts of my life. We'll see where it goes.