Esquiva de Baixa
(low escape)
I have escaped my world
Through a series of doors
Teleporting my un-co-ordinated
Self to a den of movement.
I surrender my evenings ( twice
a week) to the persuit of balance,
salt and question and response.
No-one, most particularly myself,
Would expect to find me here
Jogging bottoms on and French kicks
Removed from can cans.
Each week attend less able
To claim I am a novice each
Circle more inviting.
You, the sport, the people, have
Welcomed me in a hail of
Leg swishes and berimbaus .
And I am grateful for this
Honour clad in a t-shirt
I made for myself and my belt
In the cupboard at home
These days are most
Exhausting and empowering that
I hold.
I escape my life and breathe
As the level gets
Higher.
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