An Invitation to Dance

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

12 thoughts on “An Invitation to Dance

  1. 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~

  2. 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.

  3. 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.

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