“Dance is Closed”

Dance is Closed (a sonnet)  by Sarai G. K. (’23)

My dance is closed; invaded by a germ.

I wish to pour my feelings out and dance

But trapped inside, no place to leap and turn

I lose my skills, afraid I won’t advance.

I eat, I sleep, I work to squish the curve 

To do my part to save the ones I love.

Why must I lose dance so I can serve.

Body restless, wants to move just like a dove.

And yet I search and find classes online.

And though my tiny room is not the same

I exercise and stretch my legs and spine

Even though my living room is lame.

I know this quarantine will one day end

and I’ll be back and dancing once again.