The Skywalkers


The Skywalkers

The skywalkers look down.

The fall does not enter their minds.

If at any time it does,

the spaceship beams them home.

They have nerves of steel.

They do not need a high wire

and do not respond to applause.

There is no need for scaffolding.

Space is all they need,

just a little bit of space.

The skywalkers go where

no man goes, except to the moon.

They are through with the moon

as they seek new challenges

and new adventures.

They like walking on clouds.

They take a dive in

believing it’s a swimming pool

in the sky

that was made just for them.

Luis Cuauhtémoc Berriozábal

Luis Cuauhtémoc Berriozábal, born in Mexico, lives in California and works in the mental health field in Los Angeles. His first book of poems, Raw Materials, was published by Pygmy Forest Press. His poetry has been published by Alternating Current Press, Deadbeat Press, New Polish Beat, Poet's Democracy, and Ten Pages Press. His latest chapbook, Make the Light Mine, was published by Kendra Steiner Editions.

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