wama

17.06.08

we ride a horse.
we approach a lump or a log and she has to jump.
she rears up on her hind legs and skids to a stop.
you fly over her head tumble, head down, legs up.
my legs grip her sides as she balloons her stomach to stretch the straps of the saddle tight around her keeping me upright

people run towards us to help you.
are you ok? are you all right?
because your crisis is so grave, so here and now, we ignore all the other flashes of light and smoke and ash. we cannot see the warning signals.

in the distance you imagine yourself a circus performer standing on a dolphin’s back, hand in the air, waves pushing below to give you a wild ride.

posted by la kara @ 00:26