Gerry Jacobson
Teacher
the dancers
in their circle…
remembering
on the floor in a far corner stretching curling sensing the security of walls that moment when the music starts twisting through space breathing in breathing out tears blur these eyes towards still point holding the pose there is time there is space is that ego searching for beauty in the dance so many lost souls wander blindly suddenly meeting I grasp your hands
the honey locust
in evening sunlight…
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About the Author
Gerry Jacobson lives in Canberra, Australia, and can be found writing tanka in its cafes. He was a geologist in a past life and now celebrates reincarnation as a dancer.