Saturday 3 April 2021

Shapes


I make shapes with my body. 
I have lined the horizon,
Saluted the moon and
Looked towards the clouds.
But sometimes, 
I move to be small -
Like a circular shell, or
To lower my chin
Away from the world.
By creating forms
True to myself,
They will be different each day -
The slowest form of dance.

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