weary and rattled
can you really see my thoughts?

The gym blurred
and I was free to slide and jump
with abandon and clarity
It was only a dance class

I pulled away from my lines

down under my feet soared my fifth finger


big
small
in-in
turn
 forward
back
lean
grip

up
wind and
pull the eyes deeper
(free the neck look in front)
tail
reach
turn
(pull away from inside knee)
out
up
big toe big toe
up
slide up
reach
down
lengthen down
back of knee
open
down
line the back behind me
bow
heal
pivot
these were my thoughts
and there was joy
for all my twists were
contained and washed into becoming

Is there an eye watching?
God I offer myself to you
to do with me as thou wilt
take away my difficulties