@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