I know girls who move like the wind over waves
And boys who sing like the pirates
That sailed them so long ago.
I know a place
Where tire irons and wood
Create music that makes my heart sing.
If I could tell you more,
But I don’t know what to call it.
Of a beautiful and once in a lifetime conversation?
I wish I could tell you.
I really do.
But I’d have to show you.
That’s the only way you’d see the light in it that I do.
Because my world
Has flowing circles made of people
Made of flying feet and hands
And an energy so thick
It forces problems from your mind
The weight from your body
And the heaviness from your brow.
My world is that beautiful.
I’ve only just arrived
But the movement has taken me.
Shown me things I’ve never seen before
The upright intimacy of two bodies
The give and take of space surrounding us
And the happy accidents that can happen
If you let the universe guide your movements
And just do what feels natural.
And every week I try a little harder
And breathe a little easier
At the end of my two hours soaring.
My footsteps are a little lighter
And the night I walk into after every practice
Doesn’t seem so dark.
There’s so much
In this new world I’ve found.
It’s almost overwhelming to look at.
But it lifts me in ways
I haven’t been lifted
In a very long while.
Therefore I am grateful.
For the bodies of wind
And pirate songs
That bring a smile to my face every Tuesday.
I can only hope
That one day
You’ll let me bring you too.