For this collaboration of poetry and dance, I had the poet choose one of her poems for my dance image. Here is what she saw...
because it is not the bed i want
but large timbers above my head derived
from my dreams, and a baby
wailing in need of my steady calm. because it is a day
with rain i will need a drink
on a veranda and a hamburger
from a hole-in-the-wall place
i’ll say my dad would like because
it is his way to reach for something true.
because i have tried to do this, too, i have lost
myself in the treehouse mirror. that’s why it is not
the bed that i want. that is why there’s too much
sheet between us.