Indian Rope Trick

Up,
up,
up
to the sky
the hemp twine
fades away.
Heads lift
like leaves
caught
on a curious breeze,
full moon beckons the new day.
A moment,
to cherish whispered breath,
behold
the faces
that wait.
As agile with nothingness,
limbs edged
in blue silk,
he makes his nightly display.