Our dance…

     for Anna—

You a cloud

dancing

as you always have

on a grand scale.

I mirror your form

rolling and billowing

opening 

and turning inward

tumbling out as I tumble in.

You showing me the grandness

of this endless dance

that grows as the universe does.

Folding and unfolding

embracing

holding it all…

The arms of the galaxies

are opening now…

Your arms are made of space

of ether

as they always have been

yet it’s so transparent now…

You are space dancing

 just 

 as you always have.

—Lorena Wolfman