Our faces wept
Yes, faces and bodies too cry
Tiny beads of swift sweat rolled down our faces
They fled the forest of our hair, licked our faces
The back of our necks and rolled down our backs
Then they rolled down, down, down
Only blocked from proceeding further down by tiny pieces of cloth
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We moved left, right, back, forth
We jumped, kicked, boxed –the air
Waists gyrated to music visiting our ears for the first time
But still we danced
It was Zumba – a spirit-lifting dance
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Later we dipped our dripping bodies in cool pools of water
Flapped hands and legs eager to keep the body afloat
We thrust our bodies forward in defiance of unmoving waters
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When we finally sat by the bar
We allowed organic music to woo our ears
We held onto glasses carrying red sweet things
And we let our minds sieve words meant for the paper
Journeys Within 