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Writer's pictureSunita Asnani

#75 Ninety Seconds



In my last studio session, a spontaneous dance review of the year came about.




2024


I have stretched, and sometimes overstretched myself

I have grown beyond myself,

stood on my head

danced on anyway

was the master of my life stage

until I was on the ground, resting

and had to learn to give up control.

I was disabled, I collapsed inside myself

and slipped unnoticed into the same hole

from where there is only free fall.


I learned to fly, laughed and cried a lot

no longer wanted to expose myself

I took the hands that were held out to me,

who guided me, who supported me

and cared for me.

have been able to forge tender, intimate new friendships

and continue and revive old ones.


I was self-conscious and free at the same time

was flooded with beauty and love

with hope

was then home again and yet so foreign.


No one I know personally has died

but there was war every day. Violence every day.


I make peace with you. I dance with you. dear life.

Thank you 2024.

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