The wind is the best partner

for dancing by yourself.

.

I dropped sadness in the rain,

and torment in late night,

muffled in the pillow.

.

I’ve never seen a pollywog

dance atop a coal heap,

but I do have a mirror.

.

Look at any disaster

and you’ll see yourself.

I don’t blame myself

for tripping over

sidewalks or wanting

beyond reason.

It’s no bother

keeping it to myself

now; staying awake

most of the night

and dreaming away

the day is as good

a plan as any

to survive surviving.

I danced with machinery

in the form of crooked

man flesh and bagambo

fresh thoughts-

it was all I ever hoped

for and not nearly

long enough. We played

spoons until sunrise.

I hope for another round.

The sun is too far

to make sense of its shape

but the fallen leaves

have sharp edges,

enough to cut my skin

if I choose.

.

The danger

is not in where I go,

but how I get there.

And I am so open.