Flying Alone and Free

The Wooden

barre calls 

out to me.

As I shift

my feet 

around underneath 

it whispers 

to me.

Softly at first

but then 

as I start 

to move 

to the music

I hear 

the conversation 

of the 

dance.

The light 

wind made

by my 

body

and my 

breath

as it becomes 

uneven. 

I spin 

keeping 

all these 

secrets just 

for me. 

I wait for 

the wooden 

barre 

to speak again 

and when it does

it speaks 

the words 

that my 

dancer heart 

loves to hear. 

I got you 

Girl...

And I am

flying 

alone 

and free.