After the Dance

I feel somewhat shy about sharing this poem.  Though I have tried to get as many people as possible to look at my blog - alerting them to poems I have written about them - this one I will be quiet about.  The feeling too strong, perhaps; the danger of being caught gushing.  But I think it actually captures my true experience.

After the dance

The lift of life along my finger’s edge

sends forth a joy that flows up through my arms

with every surface sensitized, each movement led

by something holy, every footstep charmed

I come away at night in rapt communion

still preciously suspended in a web of love

still ringing, still held quiet in the chord of union

but reaching, soft, for what I’m thinking of:

to seek these friends beyond the open door

of dance, the place where now I see them shine

To learn the syntax of each life, and find

particularities of grace unknown before.

And so I humbly send forth my intention

to take these friendships to a new dimension.

©Wendy Mulhern
May 30, 2011