Fancy Footwork

Monday, March 26, 2012

Revolution


Woodchips float above a circular pit, tightly woven, they form a false carpet. Using springs attached to heels, two boys bound aboard a tire without sinking into quicksand. Suspended by three wires, rubber and fabric support the weight of a jaunty, unbothered couple. An orange shaggy flop and a mousy crew-cut tuck legs into sides. They command centripetal force, pulling backwards on a wire, an RPM dangerously approaches the rotor’s maximum. “Poopy heads on top of poopy heads”, one serenades, another chortles. A diplodocus, smoke-colored raincloud, goes unnoticed. Eventually, watchful eyes make contact with the unabashed pair. A honeymoon intruder steps into the path of rotation. Wiry curls capriole upon the tire, forming a third point, a line is now a triangle. “Poopy heads” resume, three heads go bobbing. Cackles ring across the wood-chipped landscape. Over-time, revolutions seep into oblivion.