First lesson of air.
Softly remove impediments.
Camera, shawl, shoes, sweater.
Surrender worn out thoughts,
old shoots of worry.
Joy a new gift
weaving its grace like
a bee going flower
to flower. I learn
to drop pride, masks;
become a different song.
Second lesson of air.
Watch her dance over
green shoots and grapevines.
How each leaf bends,
rises in her caress.
Heel and arch to earth.
Third lesson, just breathe.
Follow the flow from throat to
heart, diaphragm to womb.
Listen to the body, let it tell you
its secrets. Follow breath
all the way down to your feet.
Fourth lesson, follow the air
coursing over a navel hidden by
feathers and waist beads,
circular swivel, back and forth
frenetic samba of lovers.
Dance, the body can fly without wings.
Fifth lesson, enter the waves soliloquy.
Ululations of water over earth.
Wind upturning feet and legs,
be smart enough to open your chest wide,
trust she will return you breathless,
yet alive to your own life.