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