Last night, I slept
with the moon and stars at my back
Awoke with daybreak begging
for an invitation to waltz
Dancing is in my bones
Deeper than the south
and all the world’s confederate soldiers–
those salmon swimming against the current
Dreams, terrible parabolic manifestations
Before their time, found me, washing me overboard
like a tremendous tidal wave
rushing past all resistance
Plunging me into the deepest place
a soul can imagine, yet survive
Deeper even than the baritone monks
singing aside the glassy pool, reflecting our existence
Some things are easy
Integrating the confederacy within us is not
Nor is the dance of 1,000 years
Once accepted, ends all invitations
Poetic Alchemist 
Gautami: Thanks for the stopping by and commenting. Dance on!
I would like to dance with. Very much so!
Andrew: Thanks. Glad you enjoyed this poem.
very nice — wonderful rhythm!
Liquid: Thank you ever so much! Any suggestions on photography would be very much appreciated. Best wishes!
It is always so refreshing to visit you an to have you grace my page. Glad to hear you are re-exploring one of your many talents.
Your photos are taken with an obvious and delicate eye.
Great work……….both ways!
Much~
Don: My daughter went to college in Pepper Pike for a couple of years, so I know your neck of the woods as well, not to mention I work on the east side.
Dan: Thanks. You know the spot where these photos were taken. I need to work on getting the light down when I take shots like this.
Cliff: Thanks for stopping by. I know where Rittman is! Stop back.
Not to mention those fine photos. The ones of the sun thru the trees are especially fine.
Oh yes –a good one…
Just wanted to give a shout out from the big city of Rittman, in Wayne County, near the other end of 271.