There is an inexpressible joy
An ecstasy in rhythmic movement
I call this my
Smiler-cize
My body is wordless
yet knows all the lyrics
the steps well
before my mind
I quench a deeper thirst each time
I make the decision to be here
in Church of Zumba
arms stretched, heart pounding
My hips Salsa, my feet Cumbia
Here is my sacred community
The hardwood floors preserve
The stomps and punches
of the kick boxers before us
The mirrors reflect
Our personal goals
We create conversations of sweat
dialogs and choruses as we
move in sync, discovering
our individual movements
even as we dance as one
Warm up, cool down
So much repetition
So different every time
Each week there are us regulars
and the brave neophytes
A fluctuating tribe of women
learning to love
the strength
in their bodies, the glory
of perspiration
In this moment we are Shakira
Madonna, Lady Gaga, every Las Vegas showgirl
We are fluid and flexible
we clap our hands and sigh
With relief, stretching our tendons
lengthening our breath
We pour out into the parking lot
Waving goodbyes, drinking more water
This holy moment directs my day, my week
long after
My purifying shower.
An ecstasy in rhythmic movement
I call this my
Smiler-cize
My body is wordless
yet knows all the lyrics
the steps well
before my mind
I quench a deeper thirst each time
I make the decision to be here
in Church of Zumba
arms stretched, heart pounding
My hips Salsa, my feet Cumbia
Here is my sacred community
The hardwood floors preserve
The stomps and punches
of the kick boxers before us
The mirrors reflect
Our personal goals
We create conversations of sweat
dialogs and choruses as we
move in sync, discovering
our individual movements
even as we dance as one
Warm up, cool down
So much repetition
So different every time
Each week there are us regulars
and the brave neophytes
A fluctuating tribe of women
learning to love
the strength
in their bodies, the glory
of perspiration
In this moment we are Shakira
Madonna, Lady Gaga, every Las Vegas showgirl
We are fluid and flexible
we clap our hands and sigh
With relief, stretching our tendons
lengthening our breath
We pour out into the parking lot
Waving goodbyes, drinking more water
This holy moment directs my day, my week
long after
My purifying shower.
October 2010