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  • Aslı R. Topuz

Air Dance

Loving a trapeze artist.

Me the flyer, he the catcher...

Someone who made void his home.

Throwing me in the air

Over and over.

And again.

Swinging between everything.

Then, he catches me

But right before I fall.

Right before he falls.

Filling me with fear

As I am winnowed, almost scattered;

Inside and outside.

I need reassurance till he catches me back.

Will he? Will he not?

No talk is allowed in this dance.

A dance pushing you to the edges of your thinking

While survival depends on no-thought moves.

Never in the same place is he

Each time I turn back.

He lost gravity in himself long ago.

Now emptying mine...

Supposed to fill that void with himself now.

Can he?

And all this expectation lacks sense.

Gifted me my loneliness, selfless.

He is a trapeze dancer;

In life,

In love.

(By Aslı R. Topuz)


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