Upside down, feet clawed
a crab suspended mid-air
Limbs stretched par joints
torso nimble and lithe, beyond biology
Throwing oneself into the hands of fate
and a stranger equally heedless
A dance through rings, cradles and swings
working one's way through shapes indifferent
Daring the life, to survive it at once
Faces poised, brows serene
each muscle balanced in practised peace
Mere silhouettes oozing dispassion
across the unforgiving limelight
And I remember someone once say:
Let your skill blend into a hobby to become your calling
and you'd never have to work
a single day of your life.
No blues to colour the Mondays,
no booze to drown the Fridays hard-earned,
and no grays to taint the weekends short-lived.
Surely that someone had not met a trapezist.