SWAY

Sway

It is a dance without a floor,

without a count,

without an audience.

Sway begins where certainty loosens—

in the soft hinge of the hips,

in the quiet agreement between breath and gravity.

One foot remembers the earth

while the other tests the air.

Neither rushes.

Neither insists.

There is no lead,

only listening.

No destination,

only response.

The body leans just enough

to feel the promise of being caught—

by rhythm,

by love,

by God.

Sway is the movement of trust made visible.

The yes that does not speak.

The prayer that rocks instead of kneels.

It is how reeds worship the wind.

How a mother keeps time with a child’s sleep.

How the soul stays upright

while allowing itself to feel.

Sway does not advance.

It abides.

And in that staying,

everything begins.