Spirit
in the Dark
I trust to
movement
That twisted
postures
Open into
leaps,
Contractions
into birth
and splendid
openings.
I trust to
one
step and then
another,
like the hands
of a clock
or the Sun.
I trust the
swing
of arms will
shatter
even frozen
things
The whirl
of feet
will burn
the pavement
The beat of
hearts
will keep
us all alive.
I trust to
movement
even in the
dark.