You may stand and claw the air ,your fingers
Opened from palms of air, eyes of water
In dance of beauty, grasping bits of truth.
Truth lies in the hair, disheveled, wind-blown
With feet in the air, destroying boundaries.
In your blindness you jump to touch beauty
As slender bird wings take off the first time.
Your dance behind eyes,grows to finger tips
To instep, to blur of hem, to vague sounds.