Just dance

"C'mon. Dance with me. I love this song." [She bites her lower lip and her hips begin to move with the music.]

"You know I can't dance and even when I try I end up looking like a complete fool." [He moves closer to the wall, hoping that a secret door will magically appear and save him from his fear.]

[She giggles. They have been through this so many times before and he always ends up with the same horrified look on his face.]

"You think too much. You're the only one who really cares about what you look like when you dance. Just trust me. Take my hand, close your eyes, and let the bass fill your body. Nobody in here is watching you. They're entranced in their own experience."

[With an exaggerated exhale, he reluctantly gives in and allows her to lead him into the crowd of people. Instantly, he feels entwined within the labyrinth of the swaying and pulsating bodies. He gasps for breath and tries to retrace his steps back to safety but to his dismay, the path is over-grown with ecstatic dancers. Besides, as he pulls away, she pulls him back with a strength that reminds him that he is going nowhere. He knows that the only way out of this situation is to resign himself to the music and show at least a feeble attempt at having fun. If only his legs didn't feel like two lead poles attached to the floor. Slowly, he lifts his right foot from ground, then his left. His hips begin to move a little from side to side. To his amazement, he feels his parted lips and notices a hint of a smile forming on his face. Then, he opens his eyes and sees her. She is so beautiful, so goddess-like, in the ocean of lights and sensual rhythm of the music. Her body flows so freely and her face exudes ecstasy. She has found her happy place. This moment makes it all worth it...well, that, and her promise to watch the football game tomorrow.]

All In A Dream

Sometimes the darkness finds its way into her deepest consciousness, seeping through the cracks of her well constructed psyche and leaving her defenseless in the strangle-hold of her past. She chokes as she reaches to lessen the grip of her paralyzing memories, mentally digging her fingers into the big, fleshy hands encircling her present thoughts. But as with most altercations, the more she struggles, the more she loses control and the vice grows tighter, leaving her breathless and weak. She utters the words, "You can't have me without a fight," and violently begins flailing her arms and kicking her legs, attacking the darkness with as much vigor and strength as she can muster in her current condition. She wonders what she must look like to the outside observer. Is she merely a doll, being held by the neck by a 12-foot monster who looks at her with amusement (and possibly a little bit of sadness) because he knows that the more she struggles the more difficult it will be to be free? Or, does she look like a sleek super-hero who will pull out her ninja moves at just the right moment, using strategy to weaken the enemy. She ponders these two situations as the darkness continues to creep closer, swirling around her in its sultry dance. Suddenly, her body stiffens and she is jerked out of her reverie by the sounds of Portishead playing on the radio. It takes a moment for her to realize that her alarm clock is to blame for the disruption. Annoyed and a little bit shaken, she rolls over to hit the snooze button. This time she chooses "super-hero."

Clipped Wings

In the distance, she hears his voice as it bounces off the tree trunks and faintly finds its way to her ears. He is frantically calling her name. His voice dripping with urgency and desperation. It takes all of her strength to keep moving forward, away from the familiar and into the unknown. She knows that after tonight there is no turning back. A chapter in her life will end and she will have to swim in the currents of discomfort until the next chapter is written. He continues to call her name, hoping that persistence will be his savior and she will come back to him like she has so many times before. In his heart, he knows the truth. This time is different. He has painfully watched her shrinking before his eyes, often cowering in the shadows nursing the wounds of her clipped wings. It was never his intention to make her a prisoner but his love was smothering and eventually she was his obsession instead of his partner. He wanted her all to himself. He believed that their self-contained life was enough for both of them. He suddenly stops in his tracks. For the first time he realizes that in order to save her, he has to let her go. He calls for her one last time, finally extinguishing the last flame of hope that she will return. At that moment, she can sense his defeat. She slows her pace and glances briefly over her shoulder. In the final moments of daylight, she sees his silhouette. He is stoic, his head tilted downward and his eyes resting on the ground. She releases a sigh of silent appreciation. Without realizing it, he has given her his greatest gift. Her freedom.

Sand Angel

She lays sprawled on the beach, her eyes closed, her breath in rhythm with the crashing waves. The sun hides under a thick blanket of clouds, showing itself only long enough to breathe a stream of warmth upon the vacant stretch of beach. She feels the tiny pieces of sand digging deeper into her scalp as she moves her head back and forth, creating the perfect resting place for her tired mind. She usually brings a blanket on her visits but today she yearns for the raw connection between body and earth. She wants to feel the coolness of the descent as she sinks deeper into the separating grains of sand making way for her imposing mass of flesh and bone. For a moment, she strains to hear the familiar voices of the hovering birds as they effortlessly offer their beautiful songs to the sea goddesses. It doesn't take long before she realizes that her head is buried too deep in the sand to marvel in these songs. She is left alone with the caravan of thoughts parading through her consciousness, each one adding a heaviness to her spirit. Slowly and deliberately, she begins to usurp the power of her persistent thoughts. They have served their purpose. She wraps each one in a bubble and watches as they float away into the ethers. She feels lighter. She feels happy. Once again, she is healed by the magic of the ocean. She sticks out her tongue and tastes the droplets of salt water that will soon be encompassing her body. She slowly begins to move her arms and legs in a semi-circular motion. To pay homage to the sea, she creates a sand angel.

Constant Wonder

It is that time of day when the light begins to melt into darkness. The sky is lavishly decorated with wisps of red, orange, and purple. In the distance, the snow capped mountains withdraw behind the curtain of twilight, revealing only the shapes of their majestic peaks. There is a stillness in the air. An eerie feeling of serenity and uncertainty as the spirits of day cross paths with the children of night. This is his favorite time of day. He stares into the thin white line that separates the heavens from the earth and wonders what it would be like to jump through to the other side. What hides behind this thin veil of illusion that so clearly marks the transition of time? He finds himself walking towards this spot on the horizon. Perhaps today is the day he will reach out and find the answers to the questions he has asked since he was a small boy. With each step, he becomes more embedded in the growing body of twilight. The once distinct line of separation is closing in upon itself as the night closes it's jaw around the last morsel of light. He starts running with the hope that his speed will prevail over his fierce competitor. Just a little bit further. The spot of light becomes smaller and smaller until it finally vanishes into the darkness. He slows to a walk, puts his hands on his knees and bends over to catch his breath. He looks out into the distance and allows himself a moment of contemplation before he straightens himself up and begins his journey home. At least he can look forward to another day of wonder.

In the Field of Daisies

She often dreams of pirouetting through fields of daisies. Not just any daisies but Gerber daisies. Their colorful, luscious petals attaching themselves to the hem of her flowing dress and tickling her bare feet each time she tiptoes on the ground. She opens her arms and invites the wind to join her in an ecstatic dance. Her eyes are closed but she sees clearly. Her heart is tender but open. Sometimes he's with her. Sometimes she's alone. Somewhere in the middle of the dream, the sky opens up and the rain begins to fall, invigorating the sweet earthly juices that fill the air with their intoxicating aromas. She breathes it all in. She stops for a moment. Long enough to feel the muddy earth crawling into the spaces between her toes. She tilts her head towards the streaming ray of sun that has found it's way through the weak spot in the cloud. She runs her fingers through her hair. Her dress clings to the sensual curves of her body. She is beautiful in the soft light encompassing her. Young. Angelic. Free.

A Single Tear

An old man rests peacefully on his favorite bench in the park. His eyes slightly unfocused, staring blankly at the pink clouds on the blossoming cherry tree. He visits the park everyday as it has become his temple for reflection and contemplation. A place where he can unite with his gods and wrestle with his demons. His memories play through his mind like a black and white movie. While he mostly observes the scenes, every once in a while, he puts one into a freeze frame, touches it, tastes it, dives into the feelings surrounding it, then lets it go and moves on to the next. Lately, he finds himself on repeat as he remembers the first moment he laid his eyes (and his heart) upon his wife. It was a warm, sunny day in the beginning of spring. He was taking a carefree walk through the neighborhoods, admiring the blossoming magnolias and budding spring flowers in his neighbors gardens. The moment she opened the door to his heart, he saw her standing below a tree with a tear in her eye as she tried desperately to coax her new kitten down from the tallest branch. He approached her slowly, their eyes met, and then both turned to the meowing creature stuck in the tree. He surveyed the situation, took off his jacket and hat, jumped to reach the nearest branch, and in a series of eloquent twists and turns, climbed to the top of the tree and rescued the kitten. When he made it safely to the ground, he was greeted with a smile that lit up the entire town. A smile that still lights up his eyes when he thinks of her, his soulmate. They had a beautiful life together and although he climbed that tree to rescue the kitten, there were many times that she climbed mountains to rescue him. As he drifts back to the park, and the poetic blooms of the cheery tree, he brings a hand to his face and wipes away a single tear born out of love and remembrance.