A mind full

I’ve traded small ideas about sidewalks

and wildflowers for larger concerns

like finding peace in sorting laundry and

the quiet of midnight when day is done.

When the dark becomes too much,

I listen to my breath,

imagining the mechanics are similar behind movement and storytelling.

I try to be still but wander with my eyes and find little rest because

even air moves

and with it, untold dances I want to try.

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