Never Falling

Tomatoes are thrown
Toward my chest,
Anvils are dropping,
Barely missing my head,
Boulders are rolling,
Tumbling,
Trying to knock my feet from under me.

But somehow, I’m still standing.

My toes
Latching onto a wire
Miles into the sky,
My only comfort is clouds
Look like cushions that could catch me.

But I have balance.

It floated towards me
Wrapped in golden paper,
I took off the top and read the tag first,
It’s proper manners.
From God, it read.

I will be sending him a thank-you letter soon