Intricate patterns
precise with color
scattered in
the same fashion
As chromosomes
or pinecones
willy nilly and exacting
• • •
Just as metal shavings
will dance in particular formation
to the tones of the celestial choir
So do the fibers of my life
align in a choreographed jig
to the vocal tones of my thoughts
Time to play a new tune!
Discontent stirs the pot
of humdrum day to day
Heats it up somehow
until we boil over
with new joy
• • •
Meanwhile, the stars rise
and set each day
Dancing their joy dance
Whether or not we are
experiencing our storms of life
On an exploration
through known territory
I’ve lived here many years
and memorized all the turns
and quirks and niches
and potholes along the way
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We have this dance
and we both know most of the steps
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On expedition
on the invisible bridge
between past and future
It looks the same
yet there are no guarantees…
Woodpecker taps
making rhythms in his head
Cricket chirps
keeping love’s time
with his legs
Listen to the heartbeat
Love’s rhythm is for dancing
in the Big Dance
