Slow...

Tired...

A step in one direction, a bow, a dip

Every movement perfectly paced

Water elegantly keeping a ship afloat

Until the storm hits

A drum gains a steady heart beat

As the thunder starts to crash

The waves lift, and twirl, and slam

Causing a rise of tension

Spinning out of control

With a captain who’s seen it all

As they navigate the waters

Feet slamming against the deck

Energy booming throughout their body

Their movements quicken in pace

Water turns to fire

And fire turns to waste

The beat dies down as wind floats in

Arms swaying along with it

Slowly pushing them to their knees

A head crouched down touching the stage

Perfectly still Silence

And then applause.