5 rhythms dance
This fresh sweaty feeling
Post-dance and pre-sleep
Is worth all the tales I tell myself
To see myself clearly I need
The mirroring of others, eyes clean
And ready for the moment
Within this skin, I am contained
I watch while immersed
In selfness, seeing patterns form and
Re-form, mesh and separate
My personal space merges with
This one, and that, all
Sisters and brothers
From other mothers
Not so unlike, our stories
not so distinct
It becomes difficult to tell
The difference between
when we dance to
the same music,
follow the same wave