a tribute to Alexander Calder

hypnotized i reach a baby yearning to touch a child not daring to disturb its dance

brightly colored in primary reds and blues no yellows because Sandy knows i like berries better than bananas

no title needed movements are its story a fairy tale childhood rhyme i move it mimics throwing seriousness to the wind calming peace amidst the currents of life

it floats above my bed enticingly from the ceiling full of life and mischief following its own whim free

twirling gracefully a ballet of shapes harsh edges fade away only playful curves reality dulled imagination wild

commissioned not for any public gallery but for my clutter of personal treasures small yet not obscure

priceless is my mobile the engineer made for me