Blackberries in the Afterglow

Blackberries in the afterglow

This is June

Sighing that long sigh

That I am close to you

And the daughter in the unmown grass is swaying

In her Maid Marion gown

With purple stains all the way down

And there are so many unknowns

But we are not afraid of oceans

The little boy with the brown eyes

Says something precocious

And I am making snapshots in my mind for you

I’m taking notes

Of everything I want to share with you

While I’m dreaming of boats

luncheon’s improv ronde de jambe

When they watch me dance, I transform. I am more than a slicer of apples and a nurse to sore knees; I am beauty. I am essence. Their eyes widen. They watch in wonder. I am not fooled: I am no prima ballerina. But in ronde de jambe and demi plie, I am beauty. This is more than a kitchen. There is light splitting into rainbows. I see it through their eyes. Movement’s infused in color, meaning, light. I am not fooled. They watch me transform because I dance.