by Brittany Capozzi (BellaBianca)
Crisscrossing one foot over the other,
My soles search for the pulse in the ground
Calling for the current.
Once the pulse and I touch
My hips wheel themselves,
Recycle the oxygen,
The breath
Of movement.
I stop breathing to
Flutter my stomach,
Pumping muscles
Of strength that
Reawaken my
Core.
With rising energy
My chest lifts from side to side,
Defying gravity
And any burdens.
Slowly
Rotating shoulders
Forward and back,
My dormant patience
Now actively balances itself.
Feeling patience, my eyes
Circle the room
Like hands on a clock,
Taking the time to
See the moment.
The undulating veil,
Outlines tear drops,
Extending the dance
Into the air.
I level to the floor,
Extending
And surrendering my body
As art imprints itself
Back to where the pulse came from.