blurring, breathing

a gasp
a breath
a moment held in
the pause of the in right before the out
that certain nothing
that sits in the rush of everything

Dancing with a few beloveds, this little inhale was caught. I like the whir of it all. We’re all on our way somewhere, eyes closed, going by feel. Even though days, years have gone by, we’ll always be suspended here a few inches off the floor, listening, swimming in the air.

 

thanks for the photo…Dave Cheng / thanks for the dancing…Mindy Upin, Virginia Munday, Alexa Weir and Holly Colino / thanks for the costumes...Paula Davis