Revelations
Black
America
sings for
the Ailey Dancers.
The choreography unfolds its revelations –
the dance energy in their bodies set free.
Imagine atoms ablaze like phosphorescence
against a night's
breaking waves –
arcing
held
and
then
the drive,
a synaptic light
surfacing in lithe, proud limbs –
the bodyline script – the full extent of it.
Look how they delineate space –
spirits flying high
freedom's pure,
articulating
ecstacy.
