Rehearsal

This poem is an extended metaphor for Release. I believe that in life or love, as in dance, our obsession with perfection often overrides the sheer joy of the experience.

Extending, Reaching, Stretching.

Perfecting every move.

Clarity and precision

even in mastering the 'groove'.

Suddenly I let go, 

releasing my muscles and strain.

The symphony moves me now

like a child in the rain.

I let it overwhelm me

and calm my bewildered brain.

My energy fills the room,

I am finally dancing again.