Ode to a moving body - by Sarah Boreham
By sarah boreham, Sep 25 2014 08:01PM
Oh how glorious as the first flowers of spring sway
I am reminded of my material my body
Breath curls around my becoming day
My body peeps out playing a game of unfolding
The crisp sky synchronises with my eye
Hand in hand we gasp skip swirl and hold the air
High above our heads standing our ground
Entangled entwined emerging and immersed
For the world is within my body and I within it.
My body is calling waving the dust of an ancient desert
Traces of children’s laughter nearby skidding slipping sliding
I wonder what my body steps to reveal today?
The warmth on my skin outlines from head to toe
Urging me to meander into tracking my energy
It could push or pull me into a phosphorous sea
In fact it could yield me into uncertainty
Will I wind in a spiral of wilderness will there be others there?
Sitting at a point of stillness watching bodies’ float around the edges?
Gliding and hiding and tumbling around, there is nothing more
Intriguing than the body’s moving matter and sound
What lived experience entices or wanes
Oh entangled body what do you have to move today?
As the time passes sometimes quickly sometime slowly
Skulking and slinking towards the dusk
My heart pounds out for the changes lost, the bodies lost
And the shadows of the embodied day
As I reach for you and recoil from illuminated existence
I am curious to be bound be free, be sustained and quick
Become strong and light (in) directly creatively
This body moves therefore I am being with time as we stride
Flowing tapestry not only with gravity but threading with you in between.