Every life is a tangle of momentsrunning one to the next
Blinking
Slowing
The rope dancer turns
arching arms, sharp angled wrist
commands the lithe rope
a complicit cage
Blink
The sound has stilled
closed eyes
The next moment I am with her
the rope licking at my ankles
composing me
striking my old frame
into a pose, reaching
Blink
For another to photograph
print up and pass around
challenge others thoughts
of stillness
Sit and imagine my moments
Blink
The postcard is from Dave Daggers, and was a prompt from a Cardiff Bay Writing group meeting
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