A piece made for my Contact Improvisation class, performed on Earth Day, not as choreography, but as a shared transformation.

from the edges-

a whisper begins

air remembers how to move

and everything else forgets how to stay still

a sound breaks the surface

and we fall inward

blue and silent

like something returning to where it came from

beneath,

depth has no direction

only closeness

only the weight of being seen without speaking

then— a shift

not violent, but inevitable

what held us begins to crack

and trust becomes a kind of navigation

touch disappears

but balance does not

everything lets go, but nothing falls alone

until warmth calls us back

not warmth—

heat, dense, glowing,

ready to burn through quiet

we gather

not to hold, but to burst

a pulse too full to contain itself and when it happens-

there are no names for what follows

only echoes only smoke

only the pause that comes after becoming