The Conversation

 

Words transformed into a dance. 

Whispers rise and fall, 
lively then low. 

Laughter leaps forward, 
swirling, whirling, 
Building, cresting and 
leaving us breathless. 

Shouts explode, high stepping 
and staccato. 

Recoil then turn, 
and return to a softer sound. 

 

Image & text:   Kathleen Rivard