for Margie Gillis
she was waiting for the music, the floor
began to yield, we heard her breathe
didn’t know her breath
was her instrument
and the sound the building made, her marginalia
we swayed, became a limb
returning to its shape, then swayed again
a voice persuaded us
stepped into our bodies
and like children rehearsing how to read
we mouthed the syllables
believed we really could read
and just that simple
the sprung floor trembled
– Bruce Rice
Tagged: Contemporary, Performance, Regina , SK
