@DeepestPonderings – Ballerina in a box


The waves are elegant,

Swaying back and forth to

the music of the wind.

The moon conducts.

A symphony on my skin,

I’m plucked like strings.

A violin.

Cutis anserina

The river runs and never stops

to think of being anything but a river.

The birds are dancing overhead

to a song I cannot hear.

Weightless and my heavy heart an anchor.

I’m a ballerina in a box spinning

round and round

Meanwhile, the wind blows the seeds from a dandelion

and all things are moving on

but me.

SJB

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