By Candlelight

by K-onna Mason

Silently she comes forth from nowhere

dressed only in yellow—

the dancer.

Slowly, dramatically she grows,

reaching taller,

stretching.

She stands alone on the pedestal

flowing with every breeze—dancing,

to capture her audience.

Faster and faster,

now, almost

motionless.

Then, hastily, she speeds up

only to flicker away

in a moment.

She sways back and forth

without rhythm or form

in her simple

hypnotic way.

And then, without warning,

she disappears

in a single breath.

Leaving only a trail of smoke

to mark

her existence.

Kaleidoscope photos by Grant Heaton