I love to dance with my head down
unaware of anything happening
moving around not to notice anything
going on around me. who knows or
who sees me, it doesn’t matter,
me the music and my body are one.
but then I wanted something else,
something new, something to learn.
Ballet. the elegant art of
keeping oneself straight and curved
and bend and worst of all.
The art of keeping your head up.
And even though
I don’t usually look on my phone
while walking, I thought perhaps
I never really look up. not just
looking down or away when I dance
but practically with everything I do
I don’t look far.
and so I challenged myself to look
at the horizon for a change
while I was riding my bike home
I realized that I never did
that before. It was all so new to me
How far I saw, what connection I felt
to the horizon drawing me nearer,
the people way in front of me, the
back of their heads a beacon.
it was wonderfully strange and
a new experience.
and so even now when I’m writing
this poem I’m typing but I’m fixing my
eyes not on the screen
but to the obscured horizon before me
I see the lights in the trees, the little people
walking biking riding, the trams come and go
a seagull in the distance.
I see a view that is so stunning it got painted
and yet I hardly ever see it
so busy looking down, to my screen my hands
my feet, the ground. but now, although
I’ll probably keep on looking down
I found another way to look
that I cannot unsee.