Acrobat

A poem.

February 28, 2013

Acrobat  

bounds  

carelessly through the dark cavity, dismissing  

What Trump’s historic victory says about America

Earth's

field of  

gravity.  

Hanging infinitely above the crowd, he

jumps,  

Democrats begin soul-searching – and finger-pointing – after devastating loss

kicks,  

leaps, performs a

mile-high minuet with  

no net,  

orbiting overhead like a shooting star, then  

plunging in a  

quicksilver dive, a  

racing

silky  

tumble  

until all that's  

visible are cart-

wheeling arms and legs, a spinning

x, a

yellow blur that  

zips, slips (but doesn't trip) from the ring,

 skybound again.