# 11. Trapeze, Artist.

Pay attention. Be astonished. Tell about it. (Words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cup...)

Dear Reader,

This post is a note of appreciation.

When I ventured into Substack with Wit’s End three months ago, it was in a quest to Find the Others. Here is a poem I wrote, with the same objective. It’s called Trapeze, Artist:

I ran off, finally.
Joined the circus.
Didn't have to leave the room!
Just sent a signal, into the void
instead of the local radio station.
The green people chortled:
"Whatever took you so long?"
Now when I look outside,
beyond the golden oriole,
the red-vented bulbul,
the tall, thin peepul tree,
I see Andromeda. Mars. The moon!
Sometimes, Pillars of Creation,
billowing, delicious and inviting.
I once saw Schrödinger's cat,
at the edge of a black hole,
licking her paws,
but I declined the offer,
right at the rim of
an Event Horizon.
And so. Here I am.
Holding hands.
Across the universe.

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If you enjoyed Trapeze, Artist., you can read more of my poems, here.

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Thank you for taking the time to read my writing. For subscribing, for liking, for sharing, for commenting, for sending me emails with messages of encouragement, commiseration, wisdom! Thank you, in short, for reaching out across the void, to hold hands.

With love and astonishment,

Tara.

PS: Some stardust, from Mary Oliver:

From Sometimes, by Mary Oliver.

Words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cup
They slither wildly as they slip away across the universe
Pools of sorrow, and waves of joy are drifting through my opened mind
Possessing and caressing me.

- Lenon/McCartney’s Across the Universe. The song was transmitted as an interstellar radio message on 4 February 2008 by NASA in the direction of the star Polaris

Jai Guru Deva, Ommmmmmm. Nothing’s gonna change my world… Nothing’s gonna change my world… Limitless undying love which shines around me like a million suns and calls me on and on across the universe…