Dance - Jina Wallwork
They spin and twirl. Their spiral dance flows with a delicate elegance that is beyond my reach. My eyes follow each movement, yet my feet cannot follow. I clunk and stomp without beauty and grace. My feet follow a different path. I am surrounded by wonder, as I view its magnificence I know that I do not belong. This cannot be my song; I cannot dance.
I listen to the beat within me and I allow it to guide my movement, dictating the position of my feet. I must dance to my own rhythm without questioning the direction it is taking me. As the song gets louder I stomp, move and jump. I claim this song because I share its rhythm. There are many dancers that share this magnificent sound, existing as part of the same song. I have now found a place where I belong and I can now dance.