TAKE FIVE

The music carried me along the studio

as I danced a series of steps that pushed me forward

like a child who has just started to trip but is still

managing to balance as a feat of perpetual

forward fall movement, and

as I let the music enter my body

as atoms of all the different notes that made up the music I knew that this is what I was, a spirit of dance made to express my feelings without words

but in the tilt of my head, the circling of my arms

as my foot pushes off

from the floor to help me

leap as if I am an antelope in the first day of it’s life

saying look this what I can do;

so I carried on even when the music stopped I past the mirrors and bars of the dance studio

down the steps of the college, into

the street on and on until I met my muse, my partner

who could dance the same step as me

and we danced over oceans, and rivers

over deserts and forests, past volcanoes and tall,

towers and tiny villages where people ate

corn and finally danced in a circle that became

smaller and smaller until we were home.