The Stage

After seeing a dance recital tonight, as prompted by a good friend, I found myself reflecting on it in a different lens.


The Stage

First, there is darkness.
Heavy breathing
can be heard,
the anticipation
for the beginning.
Suddenly,
a bright light
springs from nowhere,
and the noise envelops you,
tearing you
from the safe reality
you knew for so long.
At first,
the movements seem awkward,
as you are not yet sure
what to expect.
Yet, as time passes,
it grows more natural,
more fluid,
and a new found passion
takes over,
along with
a healthy dose
of experimentation.
And,
just as you've seen this play
grow to greatness,
you find yourself in the dark
once again,
yearning to see more.

When the curtain closes,
you weep from joy
for what was,
and from sadness
for what could have been.