(I must have missed) dancing
I want to find
my way back
to the girl
whose lust for life
made her splash
in rain puddles—
whose love
made her free
as all the birds
she watched
flying south.
lately,
I’ve been dancing
in my kitchen.
and I say
it makes me feel sexy,
but what I really mean is
that it makes me feel alive.
Have I
been gone
so long?
a dead heart
in a chest still breathing?
forgetting
how to laugh—
forgetting
what it means
to exist where both
joy and sorrow do?
I knew that girl once:
the puddle dancer
always laughed
at lightning.
and I loved her—
for all her joy-
full innocence.
then I was made to watch
as the rain
drowned her out.
all at once the water
became deep,
too deep,
to splash in.
for one
terrible
moment
she went under.
but now,
through (albeit clumsy) steps
on my kitchen floor,
I find I’m teaching her
to live again.
now I find,
I’m teaching her
to dance
upon the waves.
This poem is from “the ache of Divine Love” section of as the Sparrow flies. This is week 4/12 of sharing poems each Friday before the launch of my book February 20th, 2024. Click here to purchase your copy today.
You had me at "kablooey". :)
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