I wrote this directly after one of the most beautiful moments I’ve ever witnessed. I was sitting on the roof of my house in Colorado late at night, sipping whisky and catching up with a good friend, when all of a sudden the front door of the house across from me opened. A grown woman, maybe 30 or 35, leapt out. Clearly a trained ballerina, she danced all the way to her mailbox, grabbed something out of it, and danced back to the door and went inside. She had no idea there was an audience accidentally witnessing it.
it was the silence that took your breath away
no tonality
rhythm of any kind
only her
leg over leg,
arms poised
she floated down the drive
free, completely
there was nothing withheld
nothing hidden
no one around
to hide it from
it wasn’t for her
no purpose in mind
it just was
just one of a kind
purely her
purely good
like a child
the way a river flows