Sunday, June 28, 2009

"Throwing off the bowlines"


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.
1:19 AM.

*photos by kendra*
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Friday, June 26th, 2009.
9:30 PM

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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melissakunz said...

your words flow like smooth frosting on a cake. like butter. they are wonderful to read - thank for writing lovie :)

kendra said...

Oh this is wonderful!

David's Holla Atchya! Blog said...

Who is Claire? Is she a real person or just someone you saw on the Ferris-wheel-type ride and adopted as your own? Regardless, I like what you wrote about 'Claire.'
Love, David

Que Buen Chica! said...

David ... I do not know you but ... OH DEAR DAVID .... LOL

You may need to scroll back to another lifetime to figure that one out!