Avoidance as a Dance
i dance at the edge
precipice awaiting
a withdrawal of time,
all that is needed
to lift off
and fly
feet fly forward
sometimes of their own accord
an extension
within the pirouette
flung
in pursuit of
of a beauty
only found within the center
a bell left unrung at the end of the day.
"it is what it is."
or so people say.
I only know that
my heart flies toward the dancer
as the music moves us closer together
across the dark matter
of my mind.
copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2014