Energy

When I awake, I trace the silhouette of your shadow with my eyes

Not looking

Endeavouringto feel

To believe in this moment that the energy is real

Not that which is a construct of my conscious mind I don a tutu to do a pivot

Using my limbs to communicate the often complex, entangled, disparate energy

Some call it emotions I don’t care much for the name it assumes

For I know that in the name lives the energy

For that’s what I choose to call it When I asleep, I swim the tide of the pitch black river waters floating Floating with no resistance I do the pivots, the grand elaborate ensemble of flicks, fans and rondes

Gliding the gravity of the dark waters Calling…

That which is you and I to the fore This energy