A sharp line of the elbow
tilts the tone of the hips.
A shoulder drops, knees soften.
Listen…
to the space in between toes and heels,
edge to edge.
Your spine follows the sentence as the eyes focus on the dot.
And the heart responds: ‘‘Hey, here’s a novel rhythm to groove to.’’
Nostalgia in the thighs.
The world, suddenly spins
On the sound of a birds wings.
Fingers articulating, the chest, translating, from crown of the head to the fingers, to the toes, covering infinite lines of communication.
What does this all really mean?
All I know, is that words may only point to it.
Seeing a body move, may give you a sense of almost touching it.
But to actually move it…
Curious?
