Feels

I'll never feel my body more than when I'm dancing.
It's a trust I have.
A pact I make with myself.
From the crown of my head,
through my neck,
along my shoulders,
down my stomach,
around my hips,
between my thighs,
to the center of my knees,
and then come my ankles and feet and toes.
A bond.
An agreement.
To move in complete harmony,
yet in total chaos.
To take deliberate steps,
contained in abstraction.
To believe,
without any hesitation,
that I will not fail.
But when I do,
because I will,
I'll recover.
And it will be beautiful,
and wrong.
So wrong,
it will become right.