THE DANCE - PART 3 (fragments)

1/9/2019

Walking down the streets of New York is for sure a dance - 
a duck and weave, 
a dodge and 
shimmy and

pause,

a constant tug of 
tension 
and

Release.

***

I have my routines and rituals 
My practice.
My time at the barre of my life.
Embedding habits in my skin and bones 
until 
I no longer think of them 
until 
something doesn’t work.

I practice my responses, 
imagine my solos 
some ending in 
applause 
and 
some in 
ridicule.

I stretch 
and 
bend 
and 
shrink 
and

Expand

***

I dance with my life all the time. 
Often that dance is a fight. 
A battle. 
A war.

I sew myself up tight, 
unmoving, 
telling myself

I can not dance.

I don’t know how. 
I’m not allowed.

Dancing is for other people.

I am 
too old. 
too poor. 
too ungraceful.

As if Grace is ever absent.

Grace is found in every movement that is you. 
In every movement that is me.

It resides in all things at all times 
Hiding underneath our labels 
in 
Awkward 
and 
Wrong 
in 
Stumble 
and
Fall

in 
All.