Butterfly Effect - ressourcesfeministes

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Gravity Defied
Life’s a dance, a dance in
four lines, eight moves
like the tai chi old women practise
on the Bund in Shanghai
or like the twists and
turns of acrobats
In Egypt she spends a whole day
on a camel, riding to Saqqara
the oldest pyramid of all,
she scrambles in the sand just to see the tomb
On a rooftop of a hotel in Jaipur
she watches the monkeys
feeds them segments of orange
waits as the sun sets gold on the horizon
before venturing into the crowded streets
In a room in Rhodes she stares at the rosette
in the middle of the domed ceiling
for three days, too sick to move
On that island someone gave her a gift,
a small silver cornucopia which she wore
as a charm on a leather thong
Today the sadness envelopes her,
her loss, not a lover but a way of life,
like the shrivelled skins of old apples
which have lost their elasticity
her mood drops like lead