There is necessity for flight
to lift into air…like flying fish
against restricted rise.
Échappé and grand Jeté..
ballet dancers jump…soar weightless.
Stage-lit trapeze flyers…trusting,
launch toward catchers…timed,
using the grace of gravity.
Near me…dusk daydreams into night
as caved bats dart from folded sleep
to squeak a thin harmonics
against limits in their space.
Sculptor: John Safer “Ascent”