Whirling and seemingly showy, carefully
flamboyant, controlling the measure of
our spontaneity, stepping with
gaiety that belies the degree of
our solemnity, we dance around
all of our unspoken
words. Tossing our heads in
pantomime of happiness, light
laughter twirling behind our every
revolution, meaningless words and
gestures apparent to all that would try
to see. We are waltzing with
the elephant in the room, and
it is crushing me.