Poetry About Circus

Ropes tighten beneath the striped canvas. A trapeze catches one hard beam of light. Sequins flash where bruises stay concealed. The audience gasps at practiced danger. Wonder depends on repetition and trust. After applause, workers fold the moonlit tent.

The visible thing is only an entrance. A trapeze catches one hard beam of light. Behind it waits a more difficult truth. The audience gasps at practiced danger. Silence gives the question room to deepen. After applause, workers fold the moonlit tent.

Ropes tighten beneath the striped canvas. Time moves, but the image does not leave. Sequins flash where bruises stay concealed. It returns us to performance, risk, rehearsal, spectacle, travel, applause, and the labor hidden behind wonder. Wonder depends on repetition and trust. The day continues with a more attentive heart.