Dance With The Wind   2 comments

“Dance With The Wind” — Image by kenne

Dance with the Wind

I can’t remember the first time I was asked,
“What do you want to be when you grow up?”
I do remember it was not the last,
each time dancing out whom I wanted to be.

Projecting an image,
more than motion,
more than a reflex,
it was a feeling
transformed in the act.

In my freedom of expression,
adults around me loved the movement,
reflecting an awareness of where I was,
often lost in their youth.

With age,
answering the question became more difficult,
movement losing feeling
as I went through the motions,
coming under the influence of a fashion,
unaware of the freedom
evoked by experiencing the feeling.

By way of schooling,
I learned the programmed dance steps.
The more I practiced the steps,
the better I dealt with the known,
ignorant of conventional limitations
being placed in the unknown.

Still, going through the motions
was not without the sound
of Mother’s words,
“always be yourself,”
playing in the background.
The music of these caring words
handing me a string to the kite of life,
without which I would not be able
to dance with the wind.

By hanging on to her lifeline,
I learned the wind was my friend,
forming a rhythm alliance,
enhancing my feeling for the dance.

Each step taping to the music,
dancing in the wonder of life,
gliding in the midst of reality,
the dance always being new,

— kenne

(A draft of this poem was first written December 2000.)

Posted January 1, 2012 by kenneturner in Art, Life, Philosophy, Photography, Poetry

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2 responses to “Dance With The Wind

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  1. Kenne, this poem has special meaning for those of us who are getting older at way too fast a rate. It sings to the decisions we have made, right and wrong, and reminds us that we can still dance in the wind. Nice photograph too.


  2. I wrote a draft of the poem 11 years ago and put it away. Recently, I read it again and made some changes — a lot has happen since 2000. The basic feelings remain the same. Thanks for the comment.


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