Sunday, September 2, 2012

bonding dance

It was never a fight,
you against me,
but I fought like mad
for you,
or so I thought.
And learned by bruises
not to battle love
into existence,
ex nihilo:
we both lost.
Now then, a new way:
like boxers in a
ballet class,
we bob and weave
just out of habit
while the teacher
sings out "Grace!"


Tamara Murphy said...

I'm in love with the image of "bobbing and weaving" to the sound of Grace. You have danced to grace and sung it...well done.

Haley said...

Thank you Tamara!