I had a dream again last night
I've never been asked that in a
personality test in any of the multiple magazines passed my way.
Do you dream of flying? Falling? Phantoms?
Ferocious beasts? But never,
Do you dream of dancing?
The feel of a few running stepsand leaping out into open space,
right leg lifted and pointed straight out in front,
left leg extended straight behind
and arms lifting up towards the heavens
for a span of forever.
And, in my dream,
a slow, drifting descent back down to earth.
Something I could never accomplish in my daily life
despite years of lessons and the feel of many different
ballet barres and resined wooden floors.
But in sleep
I become airborne after a few attempts,
and in the morning
rise up from my bed
arms, shoulders, and legs sore
from my flight.