We Are Motionless

We are motionless.
Captivated by some kind
of beauty and of creation
configured to transfix us
into a state of paralysis.

We are rocks.
Some of us cut the earth
proud, statuesque, monuments we are.
Others are eroded,
morphed into nothing by crushing waters,
ever immobile, ever lacking freedom.

We are dancers.
The freedom we gain
in the act of flight and the act of life
and every step we take,
takes us that much closer,
takes us so far away.

We are limits.
In and of ourselves,
telling time when to come,
telling time that we're letting it go,
forever immobile.

We stand, ever motionless
before the chasm of our time,
forgoing the erosion for our freedom
We become dancers
and set our limits
and break them with our limbs.
We are motionless,
fearless,
and full of power.
~brittany
10/11/10