The Dancer

beginning with the music
following in its footsteps
spreading her arms
the melody slowly expanding
stepping lightly to it
ballet, then folk
some disco, she moves
and the consort plays on ...

increasing the tempo
her feet followed
quicker
with the drums
the rhythm became
that of the jungle
and she was there
moving to that tribal tone
and the consort played on ...

flower, fairy, flying thing,
free to adapt, moving
to the rhythm
the melody, that is
our common ground
as it ends and she rests
her chest heaving with breath
her face is flush with a peace
not unlike a sunflower
touched with morning dew