Dancing
Dancing is the metaphor
I know how important it is
I don't like watching it
I just like to do it
Sometimes I’m Jesus
When he returns to earth
Unharmed and unscarred
But only for a few seconds
I always lose the flow
And start to bleed out
Every last drop
Or else time flips
Back and forth and I’m
A human baby again, uncertain
What to do with its body.
Everyone can sense it
Or it seems that way.
Maybe they don’t
Maybe I’m like Peleus
In the Pantheon suddenly
Surrounded by throngs
Of writhing gods
Oblivious to my presence.
So I go back to basics:
On-two, one-two, right foot, left foot
Rhythmically nodding yes yes yes
Biting my lower lip
Slowly returning to the beat of my own life
Next thing you know they’re
Playing my favorite song
And I’m dancing for my wife
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