Dance
With anticipation, two bodies unite;
flowing together, they at once are alight!
By becoming two wings in rhythm that beat,
flight becomes real through advance and retreat.
As creatures whose weight binds them to dust,
they are drawn to flight, and dance they must.
Kissed by the wind, of breath and the chase;
lifted in music’s sweet pulsing embrace.
Raw sinew and reticulated spine,
crimson and ivory moving through time;
Freedom and tension, fluid and firm,
together in motion by line and in turn.
Yielding, supporting, together they learn
that touch is the magic for which we all yearn.
Traveling through time, the skeptic will find,
is possible, indeed, when two are aligned.
November 2007, May 2008
©2007-2008 Darren B. Hiebert