Magic Carpet
by Cindy Marvell
Forever poised for flight, arranged
With care,
The seven wait to be exchanged mid-air;
A moment of release, a change
So rare,
The forces of the world are held at bay.
When kept in flight, a tapestry
They weave
Whose untied threads are ever free
To leave;
This hopeless task may never be
Achieved
For all too soon the balls forsake their play.
Though now my work dissolves before
My eyes,
Sometimes the cloth remains to soar
Through skies
Above the seven on the floor, And flies
With me to seek exchanges far away.
Cindy Marvell, 1988
Suspended Animation
