Some days I sit in the crowd
And crane my neck to see the soaring
Of the brave souls flying through the air
Other days I climb and grasp the trapeze
And somersault as I fall
Into the net below
At night in the stables I put my arms around the black stallion
And rest my cheek on his soft neck
I am part of the circus
Once in a while I’m the ringleader
In top and tails
Cracking the whip
Inviting every part of me
To be seen, to show up, to celebrate,
To join in the fun.