Night Garments

A denim eagle is about to fly.

A woman sans hands and feet makes it

to the end of the sand spit.

(She is a turtle.) 

The badlands are reachable up to a point

below the high rock line

past the beam of the lamp

cutting off the rocky pier.

Minutes hide each other. 

One a.m. bends and crests on five a.m.

Cars northbound on the dog leg

pull sleeves on the highway.

The young man walking against traffic

puts his hand over his eyes.

An oblong body on the highway

rises and casts shadows.

Change of light - long days into night.

Corridor of light creates pathway. One dancer moves across stage in a series of movements and gestures, bends and pulls.

In opposite direction within that light corridor, a series of events occur—many levels, different rhythms, creating “upstream” path.

from A Lily Lilies

Poems by Josey Foo, Notes on Dance by Leah Stein