i stood in the studio

for the first time
in a long time

I stopped and stood in the studio
instead of
passing through
on my way from brushing teeth
to sleep

I stood

thinking i was only going to stand
and feel the breath  of the space
upon my skin

and to
think
about maybe one day soon

But the breath turned to a breeze

and

before i knew
a night dance had begun
moving me through space
folding, falling, expanding, contracting
a hidden story
emerging from muscles and bone

relief flooded me
like when on old friend
you thought you would never see again

returns