This is a poem describing what it feels like for me to dance
And when I dance
When I step out onto the floor
I begin to feel
the wood reaches up to meet my spirit
and caress my foot. As I balance my body with time
, I can feel rhythm accept and then capture me, lift me in
And then, I begin to dance.
II
My feet rise
One and then the other with hardly no effort
guided
With a purpose that I can only anticipate
I freely give way to
I breathe
Into an air of transforming beats.
no instrument can compare but please keep trying
my arms reach and pull
for more and sway To earth
and bow to sky that opens In the wake of
glistening leaves yet to form
all the while Rain falls as tears
Gentle, as soft glass
And burst into joy and I fold into
my own bosom and know
God is real