on stage

he danced

and i rested

in awe of the simplicity

of his movements

peaceful in the wash of his taps

i reached for his right hand

And he stenciled my heart

into his palm

twirling me into the

place where freedom

runs forever

he taught me

the possibilities from the spoken end

to the

certain beginning

and all

because my desire

lite a candle

honoring

the surrender

of yes

Copyright 2010 Regina Y. Evans All Rights Reserved (from the book "Nothing Cool About Ten")