in sync
Unfurl, like petals longing to be free…
She twirls like a Sufi
To her own heartbeat:
Rhythmic, organic, intrinsic, in sync,
Unaffected by summer’s heat.
Her body speaks,
Blending body language
With the chirping of birds.
Her unspoken words
Produces movement,
Produces vibrations,
Pulsating with life.
From her fingertips to her shoulder blades
She gracefully move her arms like an ocean wave.
The wind is her partner.
The wilderness is her stage,
She dances unafraid.
The sun rays are her strobe lights. She started in the morning,
But will continue until the night.
Where the chirping of the birds will cease,
Replaced by the howls and growls of wild beast.
Her rhythm is circadian.
Her movement unique.
The illumination of the silver moon
Replaces the shine of the yellowish sun.
She dances until her body tell her she’s done:
Cathartic and fun,
Swaying to a stillness.
Feel this:
Twist, leap, move your hips, stump your feet, twirl.
Appreciate your body girl.
Unfurl, Ko-thi, move to your own heartbeat.
