To The Cirque Du Soleil
Your Body the Sun has kissed longest,
though finely tuned
the Bone has begun to Bend
the flesh around the still
precise muscle, has Thinned
shows its wear, Reveals
not only the Years of Prowess
but also the pain in achieving its Might
More human, more vulnerable,
certainly more beautiful
you have descended from those Heights,
Grounded by your gathered years and wisdom
you make us Laugh
that we could reach out
touch the Weathering of your tone
know the Stories in your Skin