A Human Experence

Dance

In sweeping motions
Leading and following, tempo fast…
t e m p o s l o w
Lights on…
Lights off
The starting point, clear only as the fading tip of a needle
And now Music plays…
And now silence plays in accordance to, in and with
A spin, an unexpected turn, a stride, a heart thumping dip
The dance that holds no destination,
Every movement portrays the rolling of thunder, the smell of morning dew, a seed that is a wilting flower…
The wind in motion with the sea
Freely, openly, honestly, intentionally, blindly dance…
Dance the dawn and the dusk
The mountain tops and the deep blue
The frigid winters and the scorching summers
Dance the red endings and the red beginnings
The beating of hearts, the breath of lungs
The decay and the growth
Dance the glory and the bane
The love and distain of:
Life’s dance
Death’s dance
Of the human’s dance.

-JEM