I never ‘got’ the the circus,
Never got the fascination,
Big tops and clowns,
Never got why waving chairs at lions
Held a crowd.
I never got, the one time I went,
Why trapeze artistes would associate
With such,
The smells, the noise,
Those clowns.
Rather fly high,
Higher,
Touch the sky,
Leap into oblivion,
Risk the fall,
Dare to dive,
Feel the air rush past,
Reach for hands,
Sigh
Upon touch,
Safety net optional.
I got the trapeze.
Always will.