Wednesday, October 12, 2011

merging of death and life

About a year ago in Kay Pov Lisanne died.
I was asked to dance a story and this is what I danced.

She stopped breathing.
They denied us a stretcher.
We carried her.
They laughed.
They wouldn't open the morgue.
Erica's braids.
The sun set.
I bathed.

She bathed.
The moon rose.
Christy's dress.
They wouldn't let us in.
We laughed.
We carried him.
I was his stretcher.
He breathed.

The story of Lisanne's death and Ian's birth merged in my dance. 
A year later, the stories still teach me.

With you,