To The Cirque Du Soleil

Part Bird part Human

Lean, lithe, strong, you swing

making of your legs

trailing feathers,

which follow the graceful

flow of your body’s circumlocutions

Breathless we watch you spin

then stop, Airborne,

held in space by our Stare,

Slowly your body bends into a ball

shot as if from a canon, you spread

holding by one hand only

thirty feet above ground, hands clap,

you are upside down, Suspended

by one foot spinning endlessly

until you spring once more Upright

and gasping for Breath, we Roar.

Your body no more the clumsy Flesh

cumbersome and limiting

rather an Instrument

exquisitely tuned

fulfilling its Purpose

Part II Next Week

Lillian Leitzel Aeralist
1882-1931