(A) Water
A palmful of water contained in my hands, fingers pressed to seal it in.
But my strength falters, and water slips through the cracks.
A precious loss, never to return.
Keep it tight,Shawn, shut the fingers tight.
And no more water shall escape your grasp.
For it is enough, and no more shall pass.
(B) Movements
Happily constrained within its zone,
Blind to dance thriving on awkward tones.
Strike the pose, conquer the move,
Explore all the ways to show that groove.