It sounds sonic,
as the fabric vibrates
in the breeze.
It's way up there!
Blue, yellow, orange,
against clouds that envy fog.
Her little knuckles red,
and white shoes muddy.
Laughing she says "Look,
I'm almost Gonzo"!
I get up from the blanket,
"Time for space", venturing
the last roll.
Twine and time, without a whine.
It looked like a single flame
as 'Freebird' was played at a concert.
The aerial dance was watched in China.
Still in tow
I sat next to her.
"How high do you think it is"?
She sat up and grabbed her knees.
"Could you climb it?".
She laid back and closed her eyes.
The breeze and the sun,
were sloppy and real.
I don't know how high she made it.
She did climb.
I think about what was on it,
that she wanted to try.
�2003 Daniel J Harris