With my pale feet hugged by pink plastic and rubber, swinging hundreds of feet above a zoo or multicolored lights, I took a breath.

The bench seat of this ferris wheel was extremely cold, juxtaposing the increasing humidity that haunted the air of the small beach town.

And I found myself focusing on the ant like figures beneath me.

Searching their colony for the familiar figure of you.

And your broad shoulders and legs that lie.

Yet the breeze holds my hair hostage, blinding my pupils.

When I’m no longer hostage to my own body I see the blackout.

Reds, yellows and blues gone black like a bruise.

Someone stole the light.

And the rotational cycle I should be experiencing is put on pause.

Yet merely all I can think about is your whereabouts.

Hot dogs fall from the palms of the prisoners of the wheel.

And the screams of terror rise.

Where oh where is the light?

In this newfound darkness, I see clarity.

Summer breeze on my forearm and sunset in my eyes, you remain on my mind.

Avoiding hysteria I pick a person to watch.

A body to capture my gaze.

From up here they’re all the same.

Illuminated merely by orange and pink skies.

Sirens scream with flashing lights of maroon and cobalt.

Soon after the screams, came the return of illumination.

My body I chose to follow is now visible to me.

It appears she has stumbled up to a man.

Hold on.

I know the shoulders she’s suddenly holding and the legs walking away.

The truth finally came to light.