Cirque Calder Family

Cirque Calder Family Lonely this My restless paint blobs Absorbing precious air Risking dehydration Moisture deprived patience Waiting atop my platform Resting precariously upon cut wire And tapered metal sheets Awaiting tomorrow's work load Master catnaps Sprawled beside more wire and metal sheets While real cat Possesses Master's bedding Her throne Her mattress All around Bright colors crave daybreak As studio fans drift their meager air Turning delicate shapes meekly Their kinetic fulcrums never idle Other imaginings stand stoical in ring two While ring one and three Await trapeze figures String ropes adrift Large nocturnal mobiles Idle patiently Reflecting unfinished Big Top pieces Table and floor installations Galleries waiting Catching moonlight Wall doodles and sketches Tarry further inspiration Like my inspiration The indubitable smell Texture Emotion Only my paint dapples Smeared on his faithful Monsieur Palette can provide Of course Beside me Always beside me Tireless Pinch Nose Holds I'm fay Tough guy Pliered twisting and crunching Bent on convincing me We're just tools Says he Not so Says the Master You're part of family And so it goes Brief respites While imagination Envisions its next To be Illusory reality Remaining child-like Understanding little of rest A catnap? Maybe