I can picture you br In your dancer's persona br Scissoring across a stage br Filled with prima ballerinas br Their staccato toes br Stuttering across the floor, br Or your limber form br Among a sea of sinuous bodies br Writhing and straining to br The primitive beat of br Modern and ethnic dance. br And I can envision you br In your writer's guise br Head bent, pen flying across br The pages of your journal br words flowing more quickly br Than pen can write. br Or your thoughtful expression br Head inclined, eyes towards heaven br Pen tapping your lips br As you await poetic inspiration br For the words to offer themselves br To your altar of creativity.