Acrobat
A poem.
February 28, 2013
Acrobat
bounds
carelessly through the dark cavity, dismissing
Earth's
field of
gravity.
Hanging infinitely above the crowd, he
jumps,
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.