Fiddler Aloft

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A Fiddler—on the Roof—Aloft—

A Fiddler—on the Roof—Aloft—
His Notes—like Sparrow’s Wing—
So perilous—His chosen Height—
Yet how the Timbers sing—

The Bow—ascends—the Strings—confide—
A Hymn to Balancing—
While Below—the World—a Tide—
Of Clamor—Gathering—

He teeters—on the Chimney’s Edge—
A Psalm—to Fragile Grace—
As if Eternity—itself—
Depended on His Place—

No Anchor—for His melody—
No Tether—holds His Tune—
Yet something in His Fractured Song—
Feels vast—as the Full Moon—

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