I. WITHOUT DANCING

to be without to be withheld
to be alone, to feel vacant, to be a curtain drawn closed

a curtain
drawn closed

to find energy to reimagine
an ache
find energy to rethink
give and give

What do we have to offer but ourselves?
What do I have to offer
an ache

The dance of waking up
The dance of cooking, walking, chatting
The dance of laughing

wake
ache
give

II. CHAOS OXYGEN

I feel like I can’t breathe
the stress of it all.

imaging rolling, reaching
imagining bodies, rolling, diving, reaching
imagining the chaotic beauty of it all

things are so still
objects, are still

I’m stuck to the floor
my tongue, stuck in my mouth

life feels far away
life is here, now
I am far away

stuck in my imagination
rolling, reaching, sweating
hurling bodies, chaos
oxygen

III. SMALL DOSES

There are cushions on the floor, for us to sit.

tree branches wag and a loud cleaning noise comes
from somewhere
Around us, space, within us, space

we talk, the sun is hidden, but may emerge

What does it mean to the world to do what we do in the world
to be us
What does it mean to us to be here, in the process, just

On the precipice of so much
On the brink

On the ledge of a new process of, a new way of working of,
an imagined place
To be in space

To be
on the precipice
of the world, of so much
of it means
to the world
to us