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 