Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

The lights go down,
another perilous,
death defying,
family act,
performed
to perfection.
I watch
the dust of origins,
settle on my emptied
table.
Out my window,
winter sun,
on trees,
consoles me,
mother river's,
drumhum,
thankfully,
is audible again.
Tension drips off me
like
huge wallowing tears.
They trickle,
slowly,
down
past my toes,
rooting,
grounding,
circling,
bringing me,
luckily,
back home
to chance.

4 dazed days
really 5 for me
time to go back
to exercise class
lion taming act
and yes I am ready
just gotta do the
rocck steady.......real nice poem hest..........wired mark

back home
weight melts away
noise ends its croon
the rhythm of me
stands up for a bow