“Time is a strip­per, doin’ it just for you.“
–Robert Hunter

A labor­ing woman imag­ines her­self a lotus
open­ing in time lapse; or maybe waves in a tide
rolling in, slip­ping back,
slowly, surely bring­ing in the tide.
The sound of the water clack­ing
through smooth flip­ping shore stones:
that sound rip­ples through me,
feels like your fin­gers trac­ing my spine.

The water then, the wind now,
fill­ing the skirts of whirling girls
like flags clap­ping at full mast.
Music, the third dimen­sion of air,
cre­ates the lat­tice on which the twirlers
catch and glim­mer and spin.
Sound the bells, let fly the rib­bons,
it‘s time to dance!

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6 Responses to Twirl

  1. Kathleen says:

    so, so, so, so beautiful. It is truly a one moment caught in time. I can just imagine the fabric will billow next.

  2. Bobbi says:

    Inspires a peaceful moment


  3. Stephen L. Parkhurst says:

    Love it!

  4. P. Voyles says:

    I felt like this picture when my daughter left for college. I wanted to hold on tight, but I had to let go and set her free.

    • stephenarcher says:

      I get that, although I think I ran tearing out of the house when I went off to college. I will let you know in 18 years how it feels on the other end

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