She soars like a bird
in flight on a friendly thermal,
lifting her to planted feet
poised atop the narrow perch.
It’s four inch width is perhaps
enough for a bird’s talons
but is a perilous floor for
this graceful ballerina of the bar.
She balances her tiny self
one foot afore the other,
does a graceful back flip
to a handstand on the narrow beam.
A twist, a turn floats her to bared feet.
Arms stretch to fluttering hands,
half turn to one foot spanning the beam,
the second reached out in pointed salute.
With a dancing pirouette, she leaps,
legs scissoring to parallel flight,
powers forward along the narrow bar,
to dismount in planted balance below.
Gus Daum
Thank you for this, Gus. It’s the closest I’ll ever come to knowing what dancing on a beam feels like, and it feels good.
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And you are looking good up there, only four feet above the mat.
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Very picturesque. I like it.
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Then I am glad
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