Sunday, April 3, 2016
So it was said of the trapeze artist falling that way knowing
the swing and when it would be back above the darkening glitter.
Yes there are so many stars mostly blinking their winks
calling into the bouncing humility again with no other words.
In another few light years this will all be memory and even now
memory is waiting to leap on the opportunity to hold and grasp.
What fate is showing is another type of relay instead of tangling
impossibly in the ropes too used to being the net an ache twinkling.
Maybe another swim will reveal missing facts missing absences?
It is clearly a repetition passing between what life keeps letting.