Leaves dancing outside the window
Darting shadows and light take her into a
Dream of hands reaching for hands;
Dark encircling light; light grabbing hold of
Darkness - glad handing it with a fierce smile and
A force field a mile wide.
The square dance begins
Browns, yellows and red
Sounds of boots to boot
Allemande left allemande right
Perpetually falling in love hand over hand.
Barn feels too close
Out she goes into the cooler openness under
Stars laughing
Holding the hand of the most potentially perfect
Partner, Bob.
Babs and Bob laughing together heads thrown
To the half moon-
It and they
On their way
To being whole
Each and every moment
Babs notes in the dream, I must remember this –
That every moment is
Infused with love if only we have ears to hear
The music, and eyes to see beyond the Veil.
Is this dream a remembered moment from her
Real life? It is now.
Flaring out and floating down
To smaller vertical, cylindrical encirclings of
Waists, hips and thighs
Boots to boot bang emphatically on dusty wood as
Sweat circles enlarge beneath muscular arms
Encased in black, white, yellow and crimson
Western shirt sleeves.
White piping points -
Exclamation points to the
Perfect pectorals and bulging biceps
More than food ‘til the stroke took half her body
Into stillness...
Knocking out the familiar rhythm that banged her
And everyone else into existence.
In the dream, too, she remembers the dance and
Begins to moan softly
Own heart beating in her ears.
She opens her eyes
Snorts. Smiles shyly. Sighs. Sees again
Flickering shadow dance of leaves.
Hand-shaped leaves waving to her
Outside the window.
Wisps of the dream paste smiling faces-
Glistening and fading around
One face
Bob’s face
Onto the window where they evaporate like
Sweat stains fade when the heat has passed - as if
Nothing happened.
Only the salt lets us know there was passionate Movement.
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