The Dance

Open the blinds and watch me:

I’m running in all directions

but mostly to the west where the sun sets over the snow-capped Rocky peaks.

I am dancing

and

I am the air.

I want to be all that you breathe

and not just the gasps and sighs each time you break.

Broken this is

and unnameable to us.

Are you watching me now?

I know I’m not alone in my dance.

We leap through the debris

our jumble of a wreck.

Others soar across

unscathed

separate and steel.

You live in me

and I am fire.

Watch me dance.