Circus Act
some days it’s the high-wire
we balance on that thin path
unknown danger either side
on others it’s the trapeze
I swing to you to make the catch
a moment of faith above the void
today it’s contortionism
I put both feet behind my head
you fit yourself into a tiny box
warping our bodies on demand
to the cries and calls circling
this tent where we perform
our unpractised double-act
all day and all night to
an unforgiving audience of one