This girl dances

Monday, July 02, 2007



With abandon

This girl dances, making

With joy

Her own sequence of discoveries-

That she can put

The left foot in then

The right foot in

And she

Can do this

All by

Herself.





Yes

We are at a wedding here, sitting alone

I think of my own failings: Two marriages, two divorces,

Two children left unto me. The years and

Shades of truth smear grey

Like yesterday's Playdoh.






How am I to reconcile

Within the spaces of my heart

All the days of this

Child's life that have led

To now?

My daughter dances

At a celebration that tastes to me

Like ashes.






And yet in this moment

How bright

This child's purpose burns:

To move

Her body

And my soul.






This girl jumps, spins, twirls

Pushes her hair out of her face and

Runs back

To grab my hand. With abandon

This girl dances, and

I can too.



summer 2007