Wire Dancers on a Thread

Photography courtesy of Aurélia Gervasoni

My blood is movement

The sound of air is distance

I detach myself
Return to my exile

  (a little, softly,
   not for long)

To understand which almond trees are budding along our road
To find a beginning among the dust

This present that I live and that does not recognize itself as ours
Each certainty denied
It is because – It is because – It is because
I left my consent behind
Able but not intentional
In a past that now has no name –

While my blood made only one turn
When I had said:
I will change address, the house is on fire
I found myself
And this time, without exile
Aligning our habits on a single thread of days
Where to stand as wire dancers
From truth to dizziness
Not to fall into the suspended real

breaking the curse / new spell sealed / vow

I knew
Because in the beginning of us I did not see my end –

This poem evokes a particular kind of connection, the one we re-encounter with ourselves and with the Beloved after emerging from a toxic relationship. It speaks of renewal, of a complete re-encounter with the self and with the Other, a connection that, once absorbed by unhealthy ties, had remained unknown. Although this sense of connection may seem abstract, it is, I believe, an intimate and profound vision of what a true bond can bring into our lives. This process of reappropriating the connection to oneself and to the loved one does not happen without friction, and this is why the poem moves in a rhythm of ebb and flow, of departures and returns toward that connection which, though now healthy, still requires the rebuilding of self-trust and mutual trust in order to expand and unfold within and between beings.

Aurélia Gervasoni
Writer

Aurélia Gervasoni (2003) is a poet and writer from Belgium, living across the world, losing herself in the waves, the moon, and sorority.

Her publications and visual art can be found here: https://linktr.ee/aurelia06