Mar 2019
I danced with eyes fully shut
on the edge of life’s crevice
in the arms of the one
who risked it all to join the fun
the depths were ten thousand feet
promising doom upon impact
or an inch if I’m honest
still the act was filled with fraught
failure was part of the jaunt
always there as an option
with the promise to instruct
those who knew that life could turn
just like the moves to and fro
not all of them will properly flow
knowing truth should prevail
the breadth evokes consequence
some will falter by disconnect
others by the straying touch
as the partners move about
with shared intent in the dance
fully closed asks so much
perfection in failure’s grasp
crossing bridges that connect
one to another without regret.
© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190307.
on the edge of life’s crevice
in the arms of the one
who risked it all to join the fun
the depths were ten thousand feet
promising doom upon impact
or an inch if I’m honest
still the act was filled with fraught
failure was part of the jaunt
always there as an option
with the promise to instruct
those who knew that life could turn
just like the moves to and fro
not all of them will properly flow
knowing truth should prevail
the breadth evokes consequence
some will falter by disconnect
others by the straying touch
as the partners move about
with shared intent in the dance
fully closed asks so much
perfection in failure’s grasp
crossing bridges that connect
one to another without regret.
© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190307.
The poem “Danced with Eyes Fully Shut” was by a dance I had with a friend. We performed a full swing dance with both our eyes closed. It worked 90% of the time. The challenge was when the secondary hands had to connect. We came up with some tricks to keep the primary hands in play, even when we were separated.
