Space

Madison Liberman | Fall 2022

Dance through life, they say.
Be authentic, they say.
Be yourself, they say.
Be you.

How can I dance without space?
Confined to my own corner I make in my mind, trapped in my own body.

Take a deep breath, they say.
Feel your feelings, they say.
But not too much.

Oh, how I want to be like the ocean, taking up all that earthly space
But right now, I’m a dormant bud
In hibernation, will she ever bloom?

Look at the sunshine, they say.
Take it one moment at a time.

Do I wiggle my toes, do I stretch out my arms? Do I sway back and forth to the rhythm of my
own heart?

Beat beat. Beat beat.

How do I start?

Begin anew, they say. They say.