Poetry

And Then There Was One

At first there are two of you

One to direct, one to listen.

The breath of your partner separate

From yours as he waits for command

Gentle hands and legs firm, guiding.

Ears flicked back, listening, learning.

Slowly, this beings to change,

Fluidity creeps upon you.

Two sets of lungs stutter,

Then breathe as one.

Guiding legs morph into one

Set of four that skim the ground.

All movement becomes sameness.

All thought is shared.

A harmony no sound could produce,

Subtle in sight, but all encompassing.

We come in sets of two,

Learning from each other.

But as we move together

Two spirits turn to one.