The Art Of The Hoop Poem by Alexis Sizer

Sun shining…
Warm and radiant streaks of translucent beams,
As I place it along my hips…
I push,
Yet a soft and graceful glide…
It glides in a long and graceful circular motion.
Round
And
Round.
Toes grasp the thin freshly cut grass with every step and spin I take.
Eyes close and then instantly into another world.
Lost.
Minds are in a daze.
Faces feeling searing blaze.
But motions keep it cool with the winds blow.
Blowing
And
Blowing.
Minds now wonder to a peaceful place…
A place of beauty and a place of clam…
This is the way only the artist may feel.
With all heart and soul.
The art of the hoop.
Round
And round.