The Dance

Intelligence in poetry
a maze of probability
But some parts blocked
By higher promises

A desire to dance
Tugs me along the paths
Propped up in the hallway
My partner masked

Swirl your tailcoats
Grasp my hand
Leave me breathless
Even bloodied as we sway
To the music of our scuffing feet

violins silenced
stars in attendance
As our pens skip

Starship ’79

light betrays the fine wrinkling dust
The scars of asteroids
The finest starship dancing with space junk
An odd jig circling the hemisphere
A fortune its radio sings
Of human love
Of humanity at all
A pilot who treads the stars
Knows the Earth
Speaks of hell
In such pretty language

Teacher

He smoothes my hands between his-
“Tension,”
He smiles
It is pity and brotherhood
Coursing through him
The energy that moves into me
I relax
Bristling with an unknown element
Being cared for so delicately
With no undertone
I’m refreshed
Whole
Light
I wonder what it cost him
To heal me
If my illness sagged against his chi
As I smashed him into a hug
If he felt the sisterhood and respect
Coursing out of me

Because the Sea

Mar the shoreline
A thousand year’s glass
Heals your path
Because the sea

I almost flip out
Of the wheelchair
As soon as the front wheels hit the sand
We don’t make it to the shoreline

All around me are mounds
Muffled muddled steps
A mirror of today’s ocean

You squeeze my shoulder
I say let’s go home

Because the sea
Because the sea