Photographs of Dancing

The moments just before and after
have no document, no proof.
The moment the camera fixed
that specific configuration

into a stopped dance
that hangs like a leap
in the mind, has stolen
grace for its own.

No one would ever
hold their arm like that
but there it is, stuck
between one place and another

we shall never see,
a destination implied, never
to be realized. The picture
had to have the dance,

the glance, the relevé,
but will never give itself
back to its origin, and finally
becomes origin itself.