Ronald K. Brown/Evidence Performs Come Ye
at Jacob’s Pillow on July 25, 2018
photo by Ayodele Casel
When the projected images ceased—
leather gloves closing the door
to the paddy wagon, Sunday-bested women
and children marching, grainy fists in the air—
and the dancers’ feet, hearts, lungs, and thighs,
insisting on joy from the start, made us
feel love in sorrow and know life
despite hate, well
that’s when we went out for air and to see
the stretched white faces at the dance concert. I mean
at intermission leaning in the shadow
at the Welcome Center with my boyfriend,
looking at the other
gay people, I felt that invisible wall
that Brown and his dancers brought down.
