Magical Moments

Movements that move through my soul
and leave in disharmony, tinkling
between my fingers, extending my arms;
Looking forward
towards the warm air,
dense and buoyant,
where dreams breathe
and I try to levitate,
trap them, and leave them
to their wind;
Meanwhile,
a walking look,
to their melodic bodies, their
special music, their visceral commotion
and in the rapid stupor,
What am I doing here? I do not know how to serve
that infinite pleasure of moving bubbles
without getting lost in their water;
Moments, unexpected, full of
dissipated tension and nerves
creating flavors of rampage
and anticipated invention,
without rhyme or reason,
dancing our own spice.