Dojo

Silence.
One breath. Two breaths.
And begin.

The voices scream, yell, shout;
distraction, so much distraction!

All these ticklish faces,
I want to break down and laugh with them!
Laugh at them,
if they could only see! But,
I don’t.
I am still.
I quiet their damning, hilarious voices
to save myself, complete my task.

There’s a plastic bubble around me;
And I am the centre.
Those familiar faces… they fade,
and
their voices… they blur.
I am me – this is what I know.
And I know these movements,
the familiar feel of these arms,
of these legs,
of this soul.
I shall not fall,
I thrive in this moment,
it is all about me,
it is for me.

All that garbage noise,
it quells; and in that second,
I stumble. But I quickly regain
myself. A false flash no one notices…
It slows, this mood,
and the room falls back into place. The
silence in my solitude surpasses…
It is replaced by those smiles again,
and I crack in the end,
where it doesn’t matter.

I take a breath and a bow.
This dance is done.