Scatter me
you said
to the Four Winds
that I might fly
at last
deepest wish
and strongest fear
you said
that I may mingle
in laughter, tears
words of truth
and foolishness
you said
that I might visit
close and far
wide and near
simultaneously
with different particles
of my Self
you said
that in Death
I be what I was in Life
a lingering Flame
at once important
and
insignificant
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