Dancing the Contours of Protest

For Louise Lecavalier

A hole in the sky where she fell the cosmic gift of her plunge infrared and burning chance fusing constellation

Mother of a thousand moving metaphors floodmouthed and winding a wound that flowers en tournant but the bruise is a dance that castigates phosphorous fingers carve the detour

Self-whirl syncopated to the stars in her mouth she posits the realm and catches the light calves of topaz toe turning an octave of humming staccato insistence into language

Her body, a voice that swallows hips cradling a hurricane an allegro uprising barrel jump unfolding in protest of the walls and the floor and the holding fluid and trailing the rupture unswerving

Hair blazing through the century planetary blur of her sweep stillness unthinkable unmeasured in steps that collide and ignite

Her knees the valiant seduction of arrival her water-green stirring declares itself unfurling she floats the cities cheek to cheek rising to hollow the fill the hole in the sky where she fell

This oracle of liftoff she is winging and ready and boundless.