this year
don’t let them
confuse
bemuse
abuse
misuse
or reuse you
instead
just dance around
and boogie down
to every tune
01 Monday Jan 2024
28 Sunday Jan 2018
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every word whispered
adds meaning to the ceremony
just as each humble gesture
gives definition to the dance
you may think life is full
of wasted words and motions
but what you understand is
never the whole ritual
but an infinitesimal portion
of the ceremony and dance
03 Tuesday Feb 2015
I’d like to pass the night
with a single thought
total escapism
awareness of the ephemeral
playing music
in the pocket
and out of
dancing to the heart’s
soaring content
no future no past
happiness within reach
like a slipshod samba
the beat
the melody
the shuffling steps
imbued with ecstasy
02 Sunday Nov 2014
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Perhaps my only form of worship
is movement. That has been consistent
throughout. Not prayer to a god
on a throne with angels hovering
on either side: in Catholic school, after all,
I was in a remedial prayer class.
I could never get those prayers right.
Not deep meditation on an image
or a thought or that elusive nothingness
of nirvana. And not even the memory
of my poor dear father whose
soft smile and distant eyes vanished
without a trace.
This foot, this hand, this turn of the head –
these are my cries to heaven, my reach
without grasping, my curious appeal.
I don’t ask anyone to understand or approve
or even watch. I hear the music
and I dance.