Transformation

A collection of bones wrapped in skin

when’s the last time I came here?

Movement comes naturally

a limb thrown up to the sky

a finger pressing into the earth

               upside down

my spine spirals in circles

as muscles carry weight through air.

 

The Snake shed its skin

I dance around the paper thin case

             left behind. Toes tingle

blood bursts with fresh oxygen.

                                  Yes!

The toad waits at the door

a moth is drawn to the light.

And we know

         We know that they are us

& we are them.

                     Leap, it’s time

the leaves are beginning to fall.

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Dancing in the Wilderness sketch

 

(All this time alone has got me feeling creative!)

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