Dance On

Dance with me, darling, you
whose feet once whirled in
steps so intricate
Dance with me, darling, you
whose hands once clasped
and unclasped hands of
so many spinning dancers

Dance with me, darling, you
whose feet whirl desperate
Dance with me, darling, you
whose hands flail wild

Dance with me, darling, you
whose head spins and whirls,
when you’re about to fall –

Dance with me, darling, you
keep dancing, girl, dance on…


What does one do when one’s whole way of being was once defined by group dances and must now be reconfigured to a solo dance? The question occurs to me throughout the year, and never more so than during yomim tovim.

picasso-dancer

I found this image on a few websites that seemed to have used it without attribution. I couldn’t find the original publication or the name of the artist. [Edit: I’ve been told this is likely the work of Leonid Afremov.] I love her fire and her bursts of color, I love her free and wild movement, and I love that her body kind of looks like a shofar.

3 thoughts on “Dance On

  1. When one feels one is alone in anything, one must reach out to the universe with one’s heart open and one’s feet ready… And when the flesh finally feels what the spirit has known all alone, one answers the call, and one starts to dance… with everything that is, was, and will be. That is what one does. So, “Dance with me, darling, you / keep dancing, girl, dance on…”

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