Fluidly through the room
I leap through the air, landing and turning,
I tell a story, crowns and crows and old buildings and ruined worlds,
But then I stop.
"You can't dance."
Those three words
Are like a wall,
A tiny little bump in the road I trip over and suddenly
I can't dance?
It takes a while, but finally, I get back on my feet.
I start moving again.
If I can't dance, you can't see.