Poetic Prideland
This
poetic prideland...
I
wander across it–it goes as far as eye can see
(with
me, maybe not so far)
and
it remains for us
rolling
over distances
and
times and other realms
For
it belongs to us–but does not
because
we are it and it is us
(a
part of our being,
each
individual dancer's)
This
is as far as I go
December 2005