Acrobats of History There is a new relativity, a condensed space in thickened air; sockets to balls, lines to curves, curves taking on new weight, anchoring where we use to swing and fly Taut, trained bodies find and climb with sideways faces looking for landing pads between broken lines Shows have closed but we know about limitation the bars are set both low and high. We try to wrap the tent in lights that won’t burn out, keep the lines secure to they can support again but the drums and horns commence a funerary rite so we play the angle needed to support a fall and watch the rigging melt the clown is on the wire; the fools have left the tent There are no nets; just hope in the shadows, we tumble sideways out of order -- how will they frame us, the acrobats of history? Rebecca Surmont Rebecca Surmont has Masters degrees in English and Leadership Consulting. She spent 15 years performing and teaching throughout the Midwest and makes her home in Minneapolis where she consults, coaches, and writes. Her work has been found in New Verse News, Silver Birch Press, The Southwest Journal and an anthology, Seasons, by Trolly Car Press.
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