Wind on the Bay- A poem.

When she dances
it’s nothing special.

Her hair willows,
weeping as she dips,
feet arching.

Praying hands knife
to heaven. The prayer
is unheard.

It’s a dance
she performs everyday—
and no one sees.
No one sees her bending
back, muscles taut,
steel cables holding her.
Without those
she collapses.

Becomes nothing—
shapeless.

Like a goddess she spans,
dipping to the ocean
but not touching.

Featured Image by Luke Price under Creative Commons.

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