FRIDAY, JUNE 19TH 2009.
Tonight I watched my Claire,
brave on her carnival ride.
The lights flashed and
she was a blur: rising and falling.
For a few swings her direction was predicted—
back and forth.
But when she reached the peak,
there came a question:
Will she fall back or continue forward?
Surely there was an efficient physics equation for the outcome.
To calculate would be to miss the beauty
The beauty of Claire in the force of the moment.Is she laughing in there? Screaming? Crying?
I yell for her from below.
I was exhilarated with her choice to ride and loved her from where I stood.
The music blared. “And I’ve got a long way: to run.” It sang.
All senses were intensified.
The opposite of silence.
It was at the carnival ride tonight, where Claire and I found a fullness of life.
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Friday, June 26th, 2009.
Here lies a few paragraphs-- continually re-cut and un-pasted because I cannot decide if posting it up for the world would diminish its value. Am I brave or foolish?
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