Dear you in midair, the one who let go
of the trapeze who flies through the air
even now toward me, look in my eyes,
do not look down. Thank you for letting go,
for trusting the air and these hands that will catch you,
these hand that will send you soaring again.
Touch. Untouch. Catch. Let go. How the air rushes
past us and whispers in tongues we cannot know
and yet. Wings in our shoulders each time we release.
Trust in our hands each time we hold. Gravity is not
optional. There are rules. And. There are strings attached
to these swings. And. There’s a woman attached to these hands
that will catch you again, again, again, let you go.
Watch my eyes. See this smile. Here, lend me your weight.
I’ve been practicing, love. I will not let you fall.