The hand raised high
               is hung on the hook
                              of a distant light;
               digits cradling an unseen flower
while shadows collect – condensation,
               beaded below
                              lengthy limbs
dropping into a river of darkness
that ends hidden
               beneath
                              sheer cloth.

Farther down
               slender legs – rushing waterfalls
against the floor
               frozen in time;
                              where the toes plunge
the heel and the arch
                                            splash
               playfully above.

Though the music has stopped
               the moment remains poised for the future
until then,
               we wait.