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.
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.