Controlled Chaos

Excitement rises, nerves stretched tight. The unexpected is her game. She holds the light, remains calm, the storm is rising and she remains the eye of it. Tempers flare, feelings hurt, being responsive to the moment. She observes someone blink too long, someone hold their breath. She observes nuances in expressions, facial, postural, inflection in voice. The boat is always rocking, and she does her utmost to rebalance. One person is getting a bit pretentious, and she reminds them of a recent mistake. Another person is down on themselves, and she focuses their attention on just how far they've come. Someone is stressing out about something they can't control so she tries to make them laugh. She looks for instability, and does what she can to rebalance. Someone in need, someone who can provide. Just as unpredictable as can be, she makes an art of letting go daily. Much like the activity of following on the dance floor, she is in a state of readiness. Trying to remain unattached to the method and sometimes unattached to the outcome, she swerves, ducks, dodges and avoids danger/judgment/offense. Because she is a dancer...