If, when I was seven,
I had slipped my hand from my mother’s
and let the crowd draw me away
to a life in the circus,
and if, when you were eighteen
you had skidded on your Harley,
torn your shin, been nursed
by a daring bareback rider,
we would never have come together
like this, arms outstretched
knees hooked over the bar
masters of the flying trapeze.
April 2012
Louise Ordish
It's a lovely starting point for what might (or might not) have been. And it's great that Henry gave you the idea and is starting to appreciate the erstwhile unlikelihood of our coming to be where and as we are.
ReplyDeleteWhom do you know who had a Harley?
Biffo