Poetry

As I Flew

A poem made with a little light, a little love, and a little crazy. The shortened recall of my first experience of aerial silks.

In August

I stepped into a cold cement building

And found it warm

I walked through a decorated hallway

To a white door

With little windows

I stepped outside

Just for a moment

And waited for something to click

I felt uncertainty

But I felt happy

But I felt impatient, so I went in

There was color

And light

And music

The kind that overtakes the radio

And people

Young

Imposing

We stretched

Our arms

Our legs

Our back

In asymmetrical unison

Undone

By laughter

And the silks

They were exuberant

Soft

Steely

Smelled of sweat

Light

Heavy

Sweet

I held one

In my arms

Cradled closely

But apart

Because I was not yet quite in its world

Feet

You know

Are clumsy at first

They slide

Burn

Claw

For grip

But

Just as

They struggle

At first

And want

And need

They

Will

Succeed with

Their wish

To fly

 

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