"The Gymnast" -- for Helen Suntag by Sue Wood

I wondered why this was my lot

With thoughts and time to fill,

But then I found a secret

In my head, I wasn't still,

And I could always be

the Gymnast

That was me.

If movement was the goal of all

How could it really be

That I, immobile day and night,

with thoughts and dreams

Could see music

Such as Mozart wrote

And dance to it, as me ...

So I can move and dance like you

In movements fine and rare.

You just can't see them happen

But they are always there.

Don't pity me for seeing

Colours brighter still,

And art to make the heart leap

That I can draw at will

For I have learned a secret

That is mine and mine alone,

I can move my thoughts to dance

And paint, with colours

All my own.

Maybe it is you who's stuck

Like stone

With feet in pits of clay.

Maybe you need to move

Inside your head

And learn the way to play.

So take my hand and come with me

And dance the night away

Go chase the moon beams

In your heart,

Find that inner child today.

For I have learned some lessons.

That you will never find

To move is an illusion,

Real movements in

your mind.

For Helen by Sue Wood