Take me to church (Sergei Polunin)

Source: lindarichardson.net --- Monday, October 08, 2018
( Written after watching him dance to this song by the Hoziers)   You begin your last dance, so you thought, a dark dance that chased you out of childhood.   In the spotlight, something had starved, and here in a white chapel you grip the very edge of all you have become, believing it to be the end.   In a snap of muscle and sinew you are the arch through which your soul pours in paraphrase, not formal, practiced poise.   You spring up, one handed and fly out over the boards. Butterfly lightness of flight. Projectile velocity. Impossible height. Reversed thunder.   You skid your friction toes  and stricken, brace the window frame. These matchbox walls cannot contain the flickering spin, the whiplash, speed scorched, blood boiling, plummet and streak of you. Good God!   Someone is weeping. Her tears are falling into my hands.   You have found a hundred ways  to fall on your knees and kiss the ground. This is the place where you discover how to love the world.   (Borrowed words from George Herbert and Rumi) ...