An attempt at a poem

Dancing in the fabric, is where I feel most free. 
Dancing for possibility, between hope and regret. 
We rise and we fall. We dance in the spaces in between, exploring duality. 
We improvise freely with no desire to set. 
Stimulating our cells, and lived body, as this sculpture takes form, 
We lean to the rippling waves in the sea of choreographic choices,
To express what it means to survive the storm. 
We came here to connect, to heal, to endure, to escape, to learn, to listen to multiple voices.
Finding the shade, to take shelter from the wind. We take in the air. 
We feel the presence of new energies, a responsibility to create a culture of care, 
Contemplating position, direction and outlook of this imaginary transformative space. 
Connected to the stretch and motion of the fabric, the tapestry of this new normal. 
Feeling the challenges, the tensions, and lifting my gaze,
A space for blue sky thinking, discussion and play. 
Many paths to meander, we start dancing. 
Listening to each moment. Feeling what it has to say. 
A large white flag of surrender to what is advancing,
Dancing in the space between these four walls. 
Allowing the fabric to move freely, to suspend and to find stories untold.  
The flow of feelings and creativity. A desire to escape, nature calls.
We breathe, we embrace, we support and we allow our ideas to unfold. 
This is my creative haven. As I reignite concepts and find new connections.
Finding my way through, and holding the score. 
Unpacking, uncovering, undoing and unfurling, I gather my questions. 
Breathing, sensing, being, meta- cognition, bodily feelings, as we explore. 
This dance is surrender.
This dance is truth. 
This dance is free. 
This dance is ebb and flow.
The dance is me. 
This dance is…