Dance: A Poem


by Sara Fike


Everyone holds the tools in their life to create something beautiful.

A paintbrush on canvas,

A pencil on paper,

Or, perhaps, a bow on strings.

My tool, however, is not something extra.

It is not an extension of myself,

I am my own tool.

I am the paintbrush, creating paintings on the floor.

I am the pencil, creating meaning through movements in the air.

I am the instrument, creating music for the eyes.

I am a dancer.


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