In the beginning,
The pull of the earth is counterbalanced
By the lightness of being.
Taut with newness and time unspent,
There is no jiggle born of dancing
And springing into the air with delight.
Abandon is spontaneous,
Joyful and immediate,
And without premeditation.
Alas, time and tone
Travel in tandem.
And a battle with gravity rages.
Droopy with time past,
Chin, chest and chi
Struggle to remain upright.
Along with time future,
And gravity is winning the war.