Every fist wave,
every gurgle, every smile
dances to her rhythm
arms and legs a tangle
working out hips swaying,
hands waving textured stories.
What matters to her mind is always
the shape, the emotion.
Harmonic hormones express with every
arch, dip swirl.
"If you want to be your best,
move in your personal space,
approach every stranger with grace,
know the notes of your theme."
It was tragic, the way she was broken.
Yet, amazing, despite her spinal state
the intense field of her dancing mind
alive and aware.