flying dragons 'n' that.

Trapeze Artist

You are not gaudy but power movement
with your heavy blue thighs. There is daintiness
only in your toes, wrapped tight as a bud in black
trainers. There is not much room for training now.

Your grip is chalked and dusts on contact.
Your most important movement is a silent nod
of your upside-down head. This happens
often and always when the others are ready.

There must be pain behind your knees
where you hold the weight of twice gravity.
You dismount steadily down a wire ladder.

When it comes to your turn to bow
you cannot bend but allow the others another
moment; all eyes but mine on the sequins.