The dancer paused

Knees flexed slightly

Arm out-stretched in perfect balance

Fingers in full control of the sphere

To be spun gently, high

In the scented air

To descend & defy gravity

For a split-second

As the net snaps in its glory

Recognizing the skill & accuracy

When time after time after time

The ball finds the perfect entry.

Windows open & the eyes peer out -

The dancer resumes the dance -

Able to find the motionless moment

Seemingly at will

When all the strength & fluidity

Works in exquisite symmetry

Under sub-conscious control.

While the mind can observe & recall

The brain can imagine a world of its own

And the imagination can fly away

To dance to its own choreography

Without being tied to molecular physiology

And the restrictions of mass & gravity.

Up here, in the realm of dreams

Everything is possible

Regardless of age or infirmity.

The images can be seen

And the thrill can still be felt

Though everything is somewhat muted

Compared to youth when it exults.