Dancers

• Melanie Pauer, Grade 12
• Poetry
• 2016

Light and dark, night and day,
whirling around each other
like fierce enemies, always
wary of the other.
The yellow suit dazzles,
while the soft white gown wonders.
They dance. Dance to delicate
music that strums their hearts.
Beating. Beating becomes
the tune, an insistent pulse,
that never hints at ceasing.
The pair spins on like stars.
The drumming so intense;
how does one see, hear, smell?
The dancers do not. Only feel.
Continuing their endless dance.