dance the dance ..

as we dance life
we misstep, crush a toe, trip a dancer ..
but dance !
the twirl upended a chair
but dance on !

the dance and dancing is the thing
not the misstep
dance !


aghh ! they stepped on my toe
purposely ?
to trip me ?
.. dance on !
i dance yet !
the trip is merely a feint, a stone in my shoe

i will dance yet !


swirls and twirls

passes and turns
tiptoed and slide ..
this dance .. it moves me
as i move through it
on it
with it


the dance and dancing is the thing
dance the dance


guitar bongo
sitar lute
fiddle my way
strum my heart
blow my mind ..
this dance ..


a day, maybe, i'll not dance ..
danced-out
winged dancers, maybe, will bear me away
to that great dancehall
under the mahogany tree by the lake

perhaps there i'll rest, a while ..
watch them move to a cosmic beat
a tenor not so familiar ..
and yet .. i recognize it
somehow


later .. after i've soaked my feet in that very blue clarity
i'll walk barefoot to the sandy floor
and swirl and twirl
and pass and turn ..

to that not-so-familiar recognizable beat
hands flung wide
face upturned

lost in the dance

dancing my heart away

to-a-tone  ..  
at-one

with the dance