Something About The Dance

Barefoot on the floor

She is taking dance steps

Not move away steps

Not sorry to disturb steps

Not walk away in shame steps

Not hope you can't hear me steps

But dance steps

I was there and I couldn't stop thinking:

all this time you had it in you

the rhythms were already there

unreachable

now: reachable.

I was there this moment watching her

becoming more of who she is

becoming more than she thought she

could be

Barefoot on the floor.

She is moving like the air is suddenly her own.

Not everybody else's air

Not I'm sorry that I breathe air.

Not I hope you can't see me air.

But her own air

And her body, wordlessly deserving

to be there

to be her own

There is something about the dance,

she said,

something in how it makes me feel

and then

she smiled

Duberg, Anna

Poetry in Pediatrics 2012

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