Circus Time!
This morning I told Jane I was going to Cirque du Soleil this afternoon. It will be my last big public event for awhile as I didn't realize when I made the reservations that I am supposed to avoid public places as much as possible. Anyway, I am very excited as you might well imagine, and so Jane sprung off that thought with her poem this morning. Don't you just feel yourself there, and here, and now? There are angels flinging through the air at Cirque du Soleil this year!
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.
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.