The Space by Ann McNeal

The Space
            ~written in Contemplative Dance Week II at Hampshire College, July 2013
When I enter the space
it is already sacred. A song,
a people, a carrying.
Nothing needs to be done.
I join and carry the song
a while. The luxury. I can
just be in it and of it.
When the song ends it does not end.
The rhythm and harmony are still
here in echoes, in being.
Nothing to do, all is well,
all is safe.
At the end, strong running
currents around. I walk slowly, get
anchored near another mover.
She a rock, I a tree.
Still together but not touching.
Still in the running current.
                        Ann McNeal

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