Like a clown being shot out of the cannon at the circus
Fighting the accelerating trajectory was worthless
She could only hope it would all end with a soft easy
landing
mixed with a large measure of compassion and understanding
And the clicking of the knitting needles echoed in her ear
The ticking of the
clock made her know the time was near
And the snowman in her window rocked back and forth
In the warm sunlight while a storm brewed in the North
The ringmaster signaled with a nod for the drum roll
to start
The crowd grew perfectly quiet, she felt their silence in
her heart
fireworks exploded with
a loud blast and she rose towards the sky
Then as she soared above the tent, she knew at last what it was
to fly
Landing in a broken jumble, totally missing the net meant to
catch her
Trying to move brought pain and agony as her vision began to
blur
Clutching the grass, feeling the earth spin as light and
sound became one
Hearing screams that might be hers, just a fallen hero lying
in the sun
She heard footsteps running toward her and voices calling her
name
Unable to answer, unable to move she felt only peace, no
guilt, no shame
The last thing she remembered was being lifted and carried away
And again, she felt as if she was flying, this time though a
gentle sway
Now she never escapes, walking slowly, carefully one step at
a time
Hoping to find another way to fly, searching for the perfect
rhyme
That will match the beat of her heart and the rise and fall
of her breath
And guide her footsteps to follow the way to find the perfect
path.
And the clicking of the knitting needles echoed in her ear
The ticking of the
clock made her know the time was near
And the snowman in her window rocked back and forth
In the warm sunlight while a storm brewed in the North
