Wednesday, February 01, 2012

The rope

a skinny rope
hanging in space
attached to nothing
supports the weight of moons
heavy planets
and sorrow
all air lifts
feet dancing up the aerial path
mind takes wing and
who can gainsay this
light quintessence
the rope could
pull it down and the curtain opens

1 comment:

John Lentz said...

Exquisite, silent, and sweet.