napowrimo day 3

by larapayne

I wrote this last night, but only was able to get on here now to post.

 

The Rocket Ship, three tickets

 

Creaking and cantilevering,
the machine wavers, then works.
I watch her face flash a momentary fear.
That moment when lift becomes fall,
you know the feeling, your stomach
dropping. How some instinct says: flee.
But you can’t, and then you are caught,
your seat secure,
and safety floods through you,
more valuable after that suspension
of the body’s laws and natural desires.
Isn’t this what a carnival is about? To take us
out of ourselves, to be lifted, or dropped. To feel
every part of your body rush with gratitude
and vitality. Fear, and that that flash, as her face
rushes into joy. Even amidst the clanking mechanics
and flashing lights of a small town carnival,
some kind of grace.

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