I met a man once.
When we got to talking he asked me what I did.
I told him I’m a dancer.
“Neat” he said, and then “What do you really do, though? What are you actually going to do with your life?”
If I can’t dance, then I might as well die right now, I said to him earnestly.
I don’t think he believed me, for he only laughed and turned away.
After he left, I began to notice my skin was turning cold, crackling, and threatening to fall apart….. it had been too long since I had moved. Even that short conversation with the unbelieving man was too grand a pause, too much time away from dancing.
So I ran as fast I could and leapt, flew through the air, wind catching hold of my hair… giving myself up to my life’s purpose. I felt the warmth return to my skin, my pores brimming with satisfaction, maintaining seamless balance. It was as though finally I had provided them with the air they needed to breathe.
I think I may have landed sometime after, I’m not sure.
In my heart I’m still flying through the air…
Photo Credit: Alexander Yakolev
Some call it red 
Dear heavens, this is BEAUTIFUL. Absolutely stunning. This is how I feel about dancing and writing. Is this you in the picture? I am in total awe.
No, but I wish it was!! She is too beautiful. Thanks for your comment Coco you are gorgeous and inspire me everyday ❤
Wow. Thank you. XOXO
Fantastic, don’t ever come down only to land on your dreams and tip toe on the stars that they are.
You are too wonderful! Thank you for this comment.
“I think I may have landed sometime after, I’m not sure.
In my heart I’m still flying through the air…”
Keep soaring!
Love it – flying past the head of the doubting Thomas, to break the pause, too grand! Baila mi hermana,—–Chagall
Wow, I’m sure your passion for dance inspires many. 🙂 simply beautiful
THAT… is dancing! Nice handle for the unbeliever! Flourish and prosper… gets them every time. Just always be too big a mouthful!
“If i can’t dance, then I might as well die”
Beautiful. Your passion is admirable 🙂
Awesome!
Word!!
here’s hopping you soar to new heights 🙂 Love this poem
What you do is you, so you might as well do you. If “you” is the dance, then what better thing to do than…. dance!