Sway

Before she knew how to dance freely

She used to sway back and forth to the music

only keeping time

but not truly letting her soul soar

When the music swells, her heart jumps keeping time with the drummers feet, hands and breath


It is not the booming beat, but the sound of soft voices coming together to form one
two, three
harmony
long fingers grace the black, in between ivory and glide
slow, slow then race down and back up again to land on that perfect blend
one, two
two and four the hands slap together, feet land and mouths open


she cries, soul singing, voice echoing and arms rising
it is when soft voices come together
to form
one


Before she knew how to dance freely, she used to sway back and forth
but these days, 
her heart opens, into the light, dark and spaces in between, mouth open, song pouring out and feet moving, arms flying
soul singing
soaring
swift, slow, sweet sensation


Emily Woodall
March 5, 2012