I reach out for you.
It has not always
Been my instinct,
But here I am, reaching,
Because my body
Has started singing
And it knows
Better than I do,
That sounds are made
So that they can be heard,
That music arises
So that people can dance,
That a body trembling
Is a body in need
Of being held.
My body is moving,
And it will continue to move,
Wandering now,
Maybe groping wildly
In search of new directions
Without thought of ground,
But it will know,
Before I do,
When it has found
What it has been seeking:
The one, in the two.
The me, in the you.
- Tammy Stone Takahashi