Destino

The lights, the night // 1904 - courtyard stage

 

It’s clear that my identity is materializing

in the sheer air before me. 

My sense of purpose has been found 

in the form of a brightly shimmering will

of the wisp floating in a haze of tantalizing neon,

in the air between flickering poi.

I’m following, sheer will, I’m here

I write these words to verbalize

this binding contract between

my destiny and I.

I know, now, that you are my destino.