Poem Interlude

The Vow

“I’ll swing on my rings,
setting it all to notes,
setting it all to flame.
I’ll juggle it all, as if
the planets weren’t
suspended of their own
accord, as if the stars
were cool enough to hold.
(And if I need more hands,
will you lend me yours?)
Once aloft, I swear to
stay put, my elliptical
orbit like a pulse, like a
promise – to hold sky and
sound above all else.”