Mid-Air Forty feet above the floor, she poses on tiptoe, balanced on a platform the size of a hat box lid. A glimpse into the swirl of space below. Then our collective gasp at the peak of her swing as the sequined figure flies free of the trapeze, of her partner’s reach. Her swan dive into the lavish void. vanishing point an ibis glides into the mist And isn’t this what we’ve been waiting for, why we’ve come? The vicarious fling into unfettered air, the whiff of a fruit so tempting, so rare, we’ll taste it only once. straight-line scar across her wrist shielding her eyes Barbara Sabol This was first published in the journal, Drifting Sands Haibun. Barbara Sabol’s third full-length collection, Watermark: Poems of the Great Johnstown Flood of 1889, was published by Alternating Current Press in 2023. She won the Sheila-Na-Gig poetry contest for her book, Imagine a Town, in 2019 and went on to become the associate editor of Sheila-Na-Gig online. Barbara conducts poetry workshop through Literary Cleveland. She writes both traditional and short-form Japanese poetry. Barbara’s honours include an Individual Excellence Award from the Ohio Arts Council. The natural world of creatures and landscapes is her chief inspiration. She’ll be in her garden or walking a trail when not at her desk.
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