Watching you dance, I cannot help but feel
As though you must be incorporeal
You move as though full of air- nothing else
Surely the rest of us humans cannot claim such grace

Because you are effortless pirouettes
You walk as though always onstage
Floating rather than stepping
Smiling softly at those who pass

I watch you from the ground where I live
My feet are heavy,
I stumble more often than leap,
And it seems my knees are always skinned

Your voice is smooth,
Your eyes always soft
You have an arsenal of kindnesses
Always ready to say just the right thing

I am a stumbling, staggering speaker
My eyes hidden far below bangs
I trip over soft words,
Finding only cruelty when I need warmth

You are poise
And I am dysfunction
You are perfection
And I am chaos

So now, I have to ask,
Why would you
Want such an insensitive klutz
As your friend?