Dancing the Storm

She danced alone in a parking lot.

Her dark blood dress washing in the storm;

She pressed out her limbs,

pulled in her chin,

convulsed wind,

and her tears fell with the rain.

She jumped and fell.

She rolled and stood.

She washed her soul with the clouds,

purged her mind with the movement,

cringed her mouth in bitter weeping.

She didn't know anymore,

but her limbs did.

They lashed,

sighed,

burned,

fell,

bit at the asphalt,

screamed in bone-fed rage.

They longed for rainbows and silver lining,

found thunder and floods,

fought rapids and placid lakes.

She was everything and nothing. 

Her voiced had broken from weeping,

Her soul had wearied of breaking,

Her eyes had wretched of seeing,

The clouds had cried with her,

The thunder had screamed for her,

The lightning had revealed everything,

And when everything became nothing,

she danced.