Life is a dance
Looking down on a well lit empty stage I knew was on next. Panicking I said, “I have no idea what I am going to do. I am 72 years old. It’s been decades since I have been on stage.”
As the creative impulse began to form I knew I would start with words and that the movements would grow out of an inner impulse combined with words. As they began to flow and the first gesture grew from them I woke up from a dream. I tried to go back to sleep. I wanted to see how it would unfold, how it would feel. But I couldn’t so I sat up to meditate and the words from the dream flowed into the meditation. This poem emerged.