Welcome to November, everyone! I had the opportunity to see the splendor of Fall in Boulder, Colorado this last weekend. A small group of nine dancers performed at the Macky Auditorium on Saturday night with four pieces, Tolstoy’s Waltz, Tarantella, Known by Heart Duet, and Like a Samba. Dancing at an elevation of 5,400 feet was a little bit of a challenge, but we all survived and the audience loved it. It was a very quick trip, there on Friday and back on Sunday.
On the plane ride home last night, as we were reflecting on our short time in the sunny, mountain city, we thought some poetry writing would be a good way to pass the time. The following haiku poems were written by four people (Anne, Brian, Javier, and Julia), each person writing one line without knowing what anybody else wrote, passing the paper around until we had amassed a collection of vignettes. We were quite surprised at how some of them turned out, so we thought we would share them with you. Enjoy!
thin fresh mountain air
flying upwards, deftly now
oxygen I breathe
the sheep with the star
stalls the creative process
swoosh powder flying
no one is alone
how did we get here from there?
where will we go now?
restless pattering
hot guy at gate forty-one
the hobo is rich
And, in fact, our second round was so amusing, we decided to present it as one massive haiku:
Backwards turkey eyes
the heat of the sun in Fall
in the woods we go
Snacking on the plane
women strut while hunting prey
a handful of friends
In the grass worms sing
eternally ungrateful
homeward quickly please
Kisses and crackers
if it tastes good keep eating
the drink of the gods
Vanity ruins us
golden leaves on sunlit trees
the wishes never come
Mile-high dancers
succulent tastes abound there
strangers in the night
