I love how even a slight breeze

forces a maple wing to fly

in May, off its twig, how this ruby

seed can't help itself from falling

so artfully on

white bark, a broken branch

green scrim of swamp water

silver boulder near a brook

bright blades of new grass

All five decades of my life

my body has been a hopeless

dancer

Last night I dreamed I joined

a troupe, just showed up

on time for the master class

but all the dancers, late, made

the master mad – 

Lucky for me, the dream

ended while we were only

stretching – not even the master knew

I'm an imposter

All photos and text copyright Kelly DuMar