Acrobat.

Originally written 10.19.2012 A poem.

He’s always dreamt of what it’d be like to control the sky.

To reach up and have stars wrap around his finger tips,

gravity at his disposal,

tumbling through the clouds,

a smile broadening on his face lit by the sun.

He’s always dreamt of what it’d be like to astound them all.

Having them look on in awe as he reached greater and greater heights,

falling like the rain

and twisting like the wind.

The deafening roar of approval,

tickling his ears like

hummingbird kisses.

He’s always dreamt,

far off, pleasing crowds of people with his never ending skill,

an acrobat.