this here being me.

Familiar rhythms ground us

as Sunday morning arrives in Comox.

Only hours away from everyday life, it already feels surreal,

as if when I return everything will be as it was before I left.

This here so familiar –

up early at the academy rehearsing.

We sweat, we negotiate,

we start from the top time and time again.

Gratitude today

to all of the dancers who have ever

statted at the top

over and over and over

until nothing is the same as it was before.

It will be tomorrow,

in the blue haze of Monday

that reality will find me.

At least I know

that this here

will never change.

This here

being me.

Thank you.


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