Trapeze

 

This is not a trial run.
Swinging netless,
I feel hands holding mine
as if I’ve never held hands:

my hands and theirs, a net,
my mind and theirs, a culture,
my computer and theirs, an internet.

 

The crowd tries.
Theirs is not a netless run.
Swinging, holding 
hands that feel held, 
a net of never hands:

my hands and theirs, a culture,
my mind and theirs, an internet.
my crowd is theirs.

 

Trying to run
netless, not swinging,
not holding hands,
not feeling held, never holding,
as if I’m a culture of hands:

my internet hands and theirs,
my crowd mind and theirs,
swinging netless—

 

The crowd soars.

 

 

Sept 23, 2020