Cirque
Of them all,
the spangled flier
dangling from her
ropes and swing
held only by the spotlight
or the silent clown
who plays his own
common eccentricity
for our amusement
or the contortionist
thin as straw
or the gymnast
sinewed as a stallion,
the jugglers and the teeter board
are what move me.
The group of them
in tune like insects
ants along a food trail
bees to purple flower
the fastening of eyes and energies
the connection to the NOW,
yes....we all agree, it's NOW,
and then the bodies flung through space
magical and real
graceful without wings
as whales breeching
serious
as angels.