Saturday, September 14, 2013

Dance



The twirlly bits are most thrilling
And frightening.

In a flash
I lose my sense of self

Of balance
Of adult hood
No longer the grown-up
I throw myself
Into the air

Hoping to end
Up-right

But happy just to do it

The beat
The beat
Dance on the beat.

Dance on the head of a pin.

Angels watch me
Laughing
Dancing together

Again.