Farren Square 2009 Photo by Ester Malzahn |
This poem came coursing through me at the end of the first day of hoop dance workshops with JL Baxter of Hoop Path, and I shared it with all 46 other dancers at the end of the third and final day. My hoop is my temple, and dancing is my prayer. It felt powerful to be in a room with 46 artists and dancers, dancing for the love of movement and the freedom of expectation.
My Ribs
I felt my ribs
break open
two birds were freed.
My heart is healed
by the teal tears
of my reflection.
The earth holds me.
My fingers are roots my h a i r
stretches l o n g like b r a n c h e s
Song and soot of dirty sweat
I ache
to be free
of these ribs
I quake
at the whisper
of the air
of the linger.
The earth holds me.
Healed by teal tears
the girth of me
feels my ribs
break open
and two birds were freed
inside my heart
-Farren
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