BELLY DANCING – TEL AVIV MARCH 2002
Hakim is singing and I am swinging my cane.
The coins around my hips jingle just
in the right places and deepen the beat.
And I ignore for the moment the way
the chains on the Merchava tanks
going into Kalkilya
jingle just like me.
Finally I’ve got that contraction right;
it’s a split second thing you barely notice
but takes forever for a klutz like me to learn,
especially when I see from the studio window
some guy skim down the stairs
and I’m not sure whether he’s holding
dance gear or an M-16.
How easy the other becomes the foe
The closer he is, the more dangerous.
Pay attention, I tell myself
as my cane slips from the crown of my head,
clatters to the floor,
and the whole class
stops the dance
to look at me.
Control what you need for balance:
make the rest free.