the dancer.

Her pose is far more complex than the eye can see, lovely with her illuminated edges. She poses to find meaning in the days she can't remember. Silently, she waits, collecting already collected things. Her pose was carefully crafted. Though she is familiar with the maker she is not always at ease with the making. Creaky bones and lovely steps bring light to the fall mourning, her past collides with her present. She finds herself within the pose - her shadow cast - as the stale breathing of yesterday fails to find it's rhythm. She basks there, harmonious in her own light.. beautifully unaware that she is a monumental piece amongst the winds of our creation.