IN THE DANCE ROOM II

A rectangular pool of sunlight sat in the middle of the Marley floor

satisfyingly crossed by the leaping feet of dancers

Their bodies caught in a moment of luminousness,

their abilities to live in the moment

shot by time itself

as their shadows graced the closed windows

laying and rolling across the heat that hovered over the glass

The room was filled with patches of sunlight,

droppings of sweat, diluted concern, and promise

They were all captured by time,

permitted by the tightening of their cores,

and their agilities as they leapt to the high ceiling

as if there existed no ceiling above their heads

The room was a container of the becoming of bodies,

with every movement,

never to return to the state in which they entered

but always more open

always becoming