the end of the day

when
at the end of the night
your soul finds itself
in front of the mirror
feet bare
muscles stretching
skin sweating.

tired
your day one of endless movement
finally over
the rhythms slip under your skin
and the unwinding begins

hips move
feet point
chin turns deftly to spot
over
and over
and over.

alive
in a way that cannot be described,
mimicked or duplicated
you dance.

There until the gym goes quiet
the doors are locked
the janitors come.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s