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.