The aching in my bones makes it clear,
the yearning spasming through my muscles,
my chest tightens.
Breathe, breathe.
The arch of my foot lengthens my leg, point.
The ball of my foot fights with equilibruim, balance.
The blades of my shoulders engaged, en haut.
Breathe, breathe.
Spine is straight,
En pas,
Active and engaged.
Engaged, breathe.
My world zeroes in on every miniscule movement I make.
The world around me is black,
but I am conscious of the ground.
I can feel it beneath my feet holding me up as I chaine upon it.
The ground bucks under in momentary abandonment for the few seconds I am airbourne.
Jete.
Engaged, engaged.
Salt weaves through the air,
not unlike the bay, but remnant of duress.
Unwilling fatigue, determination to complete.
Breathe. Breathe.
I feel my life within my arms as
they flow in tempo to the beat that
swallows all sound from my ears.
My calves burn,
motivating my resolve.
Pirouette,
Plie,
Chasse,
Saute arabesque,
Plie,
Tendu,
Plie,
En avant.
