Iron & Wine. Ghost on Ghost. Four-four; two-four.
The left foot rose en pointe; the right foot swept an arc,
and the body dipped, holding for that four seconds.
The Desert Babbler. I grinned. Fast chassé.
The mood lightened; the legs felt less weighted,
and leapt and swirled for the happy memories.
Winter's Prayers. Languid beats. Thoughtful pauses.
The body fully stretched; acquiesced to every position I required of it,
and glided round and round for the cycle of life that we learn to live with.
Baby Center Stage. Slower. Sounding like redemption.
The studio fell silent. Perspiration, thin film; breathing, burdened,
and the mind had calmed.