Balance on a beam,
a palmful of light tossed aside
for ballast, I’m steady and fast
on the rail

With chin upturned
I pirouette on-toe,
en pointe I stretch
luxuriously long in-line with the length of the bar

Sun-rays bake my neck and back,
I’m a shadow against the wood-plank floor,
sprawling unwieldy without form,
but sharp – distinct – in the cool shadow of profile

Time does more than merely etch my being
against the ground of all that is,
it renders me a tear

The melody forever ascends
in broader intervals,
amid greater interims;
I anticipate the caress of each new lilt

Duet up the beach plays Jobim

Chagall 2019