silverwheel
Bluelighter
As I move away from the doors
of the theater, this boy, Connor,
briefly leaves the hand of his mother
as he walks through a circle
carved into the pavement.
He begins to dance, careful that his feet stay
within the bounds of the circle, arms and legs
entranced by a sound humming at a frequency
distinct to the dimensions of his ears.
He spins in the center, and leaps
holding nearly horizontal
in the air;
perhaps seconds passes before his momentum
dissolved, and he fell to the ground
like a pole loosed from its awning.
It seemed like any motion around
held still when he stepped up
with only a slight pause shrugging
a few streaks of dust from his trousers.
And he walked back toward his mother,
who glanced with bewilderment at me
as I trailed behind, stepping
with ambivalence and wondering
what notes could be hiding
from my ears.
of the theater, this boy, Connor,
briefly leaves the hand of his mother
as he walks through a circle
carved into the pavement.
He begins to dance, careful that his feet stay
within the bounds of the circle, arms and legs
entranced by a sound humming at a frequency
distinct to the dimensions of his ears.
He spins in the center, and leaps
holding nearly horizontal
in the air;
perhaps seconds passes before his momentum
dissolved, and he fell to the ground
like a pole loosed from its awning.
It seemed like any motion around
held still when he stepped up
with only a slight pause shrugging
a few streaks of dust from his trousers.
And he walked back toward his mother,
who glanced with bewilderment at me
as I trailed behind, stepping
with ambivalence and wondering
what notes could be hiding
from my ears.
