10-23-92 Cirque

Agoura Hills


So I was finally old enough to fall in love at the circus…
A place where casual contact begins the festivities
My eyes checking rigging as if I knew good from bad
Looking logistically upward,outward
Just wanting to be able to let it wash over me;

Yet this is not what the circus was before
Smaller, but easier to get lost in
I see a life choice before me,not for all,not for me
Commitment at such a level
To pry beyond the greasepaint,past age and beauty
My need to know the stagecraft,feelings,history

(Now ghosts surface from my own).

She was in the troupe,a face in the crowd
I felt I could tell you her story
And the layer between audience and performer
The fragile sacred shroud that permits no further looking in
Made her all that much more to love:
Untouchable,ideal,beyond pollution;
Human,flawed and wrong.

Lost in the freedom of the proceedings
They travel the air as if in a dream