Without Curtains

Anxiousness bubbles
between my scarred toes;
the sun tumbles between my grateful spirit, floating
and my legs, holding on to the floor,
fountain of each jump
of each impetuous movement,
trying to say, what I'll never know in talk
over a cold stage,
and the murmurs, not knowing what to expect,
the surprise of an ephemeral night
in the darkness of a theater,
where I dance under the light
and you watch me for the first time,
from the the front row.