Cartwheel

No
announcements,
no
invitations
sent:
only
a
captive
audience
of
one
is
present.

She
reminisces
of
girlish
days,
of
tennis
and
softball
games,
and
moving
steadily
from
place
to
place.

Balanced,
now,
like
an
acrobat
finding
her
niche,
she
tantalizes
her
audience
like
a
strand
of
sweet
red
licorice.

Motion;
she
sways
from
left
to
right,
her
slight
waist
bending,
extending
one
hand,
and
now
the
other;
her
legs
a
wishbone,
a
wish
in
mid-air
and
emotion;

and
a
vow
of
vivacity
as
she
nails
down
this
twist
turn
tumble
of
a
wonder
spun
stunner.


--Boris Victor Stecko