Grace

 

She trips and stumbles through the day

A dance evolving from her tussle

With balance

And gravity 

Her sleeves scoop in arcs of accidental grace

Her limbs combine to make new shapes

You could take this film and string it out against the sky

The cells would show her 

Fluid 

Angular

Alive

As they stretch, 

Suspended, serried rows

Of beautiful still moments, 

Sunlit from behind

But when they clatter back into motion

She speeds up, staccato frames

Collapsing into one another

Overlapping

Drawn with crayons

Try to see the patterns 

In the fuzzy dance of colours

As she trips and stumbles

Flutters 

In the corner of your eye

Like trails of planes

Dissolving

Fading

Far above

In a Summer sky