There’s a restaurant in Niagara Falls
that sits atop a tower more than 60 feet
up in the air.
Slowly the restaurant revolves in a circle
revealing the stunning unique terrain
to the patrons inside.
A lovely young woman
is sitting across the table from me,
a high-school senior, like myself.
Our orbits have been intersecting
for the past three years,
a conjunction reflecting the transit of Venus.
Bodies in motion tend to stay in motion.
The transition to adulthood is intense
and still uncertain.
But the subtle music of her smiling eyes
beguiles the flight of troubled times.
Bodies in motion tend to stay in motion.
The waiter brings a fat red menu,
boasting a black tassel and slim straight string.
We are easily the youngest couple
caught in this tourist trap.
Were the lobsters on our dinner plates ever tourists
before the last slip of the trap’s latch?
We’re drinking champagne, the bubbles rising slowly and gently
as the yellow elevators riding on the side of the tower.
Although the views outside the window are spectacular,
the attention of my lens is an attempt to apprehend
all the benefits and blessings that her presence could foretell
to behold and be held
We are all going,
Going round and round
in circles
up in the air
(c) Ken Sullivan, 2020
