Dancing in Coils
My eyes were opened by the lessons she revealed
My tongue was moved by her instructions
We were in a dance at every class
It never stopped
Until one day she spun me one last time
And I realized class was dismissed
Because she said I had begun to learn for myself
And I never doubted her
So I took my own hand in a new dance
And only know something to be true
If I can imagine how those black coils would move
This poem is about:
Me