Comfort in Movement

The pipe organ plays the major fifth;

I'm dancing in the aisle with angel wings,

white and pretty wings on my back.

Feathers flutter in the room.

Chandeliers above me sparkle

with a thousand glass crystals.

I'm wearing red ballet shoes;

I'm wearing a white gown.

Sculptured monuments but cages

of ancient traditions.

I invite the sculptures to come and dance

with me. Listen to the pipe organ,

feel your lungs expand and deflate,

feel the shapes of your face.

Gargoyles giving me cold dead stares;

what could inspire them to move?

I place lit candles on their palms.

I wait for them to stir.

I wait for them to liberate themselves

from their shells.