Dancer's Inspiration

On a rainy Saturday morning, when I promised myself I'd work on revisions and submissions of poems, I am roaming through photographs instead. This is from the Alvin Ailey studios in New York. It's a photo of a mosaic that I sat beneath through a winter morning a few years back, while my daughter auditioned nearby. I've always thought there might be a poem's inspiration waiting to be found in this image, but if not for me then perhaps someone else may find it.