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
