dance #185, beheaded

Tuesday June 23, 2009

Beheaded

9:35 p.m. A 6 minute dance at dusk on the patio. The sky to the northwest glows pink with the setting sun.  The hot summer air is cooling. I’m peering in on the garden, and find bright orange petals strewn through one of the planters. The African marigold has been beheaded! By a squirrel? I dance for the marigold. The dance is articulate. Clear. Its cadence is even, steady, rhythmical. Step, step, curve, reach. Rounding. Healing. Body clear and strong. Dancerly. Alice scratches at the patio fence while I dance. She is crashed out in the hallway while I draw in the study. The day was hot hot hot.

~ by nmyers on June 23, 2009.