Fount of Footsteps
A Poem by Stefan Freedman
August 2021
Dance is a fountain
Each droplet races upwards
And cascades down
To be chased by another and another
Rippling like emerald moonbeams
While the water’s skin stays serene
Holding a steady form
May these words become music
As your mind’s eye dances
Let these thoughts swim the ocean
That separates bodies and unites our hearts
Dance is a fountain
The current catches at your legs
And you are a neon tetra
Twisting, diving, shoaling
Flung free from the murk of memory
Thrilled, chilled and filled
With rhythm and rhyme
Dance is a fountain
Whose fingers tickle clouds
To show their silver lining
For each restless soul
Stumbling blind over rocks of history
Seeks serenity
Like a foaming wave on the silver sea
May these words become music
As your mind’s eye dances
Let these thoughts swim the ocean
That separates bodies and unites our hearts
Dance is a fountain
Of infinite forms
You have cobra arms
Your hips are swaying palms
Your feet have Phoenix feathers
A circle of secrets revealed
In sacred, sweet surrender
Dance is a fountain
Surging high from ancient wells
Of mystery and magic
Following ancestral footprints
Through every land
Spiralling into a future
Where all beings belong together
Let the music be your muse
As you take new steps
May these words
Offer a hand in welcome
And may the timeless dance
Embrace you