Monday, September 22, 2008

at the performance

last night i watched five dancers
bending, blending silently down the aisle
of the large sanctuary, between the pews
cavorting, climbing, swinging over under
touching, caressing, wound tight like springs
arms and hands against stained glass
like great clockwork beings
they jumped, they breathed in
they gave in and turned away
they moved toward me, together and apart
and I cried as I watched them
knowing they were
doing something for me that I could not
do for myself

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