You see me falling
In and out of motion
To rhythms that can be neither classified
Nor contained.
You see me dancing
Along blurred lines of reason
Limbs tossed face blurry
Unsure of the outcome
I find myself waltzing
Finally learning the steps
I find myself trailing the pattern
With my fingers and feet
I have explored all paths and
None lead me home, so
I’ll call this place my haven
And map it into my soul
You see me dancing, falling
Rhythms, motions
Swaying to unheard beats and miming
To unseen gestures;
You see me rising, falling, leaning, crumbling
Leaping over destiny’s designs
Fleeing designated outcomes
running straight into her arms by accident and
calling that “art” and calling it by my name
Unknowingly a borrower of beauty
Unknowingly called to the challenge
Of holding without keeping, of being loaned the start-up materials and
Paying back - time, soul, masterpieces
Until my well has run dry and
She comes to refill.