Singing Across the Light of The Shore at Alban Hefin

Here ends my crying
My calling to fill the space
and to make clean
with water from my cries
I am pressed forth
born
from the womb of water
to stand up
to continue dancing.
I honor you
friend and teacher.
(Now come here, I love you sooo much! Let me hit you with this brick.)
–yours, Dancing Backwards, and lovingly nicknamed Kicks ‘n Shins