Dodging the Sceptiscissors

Carolyn - Croton-on-Hudson, New York
Entered on December 18, 2007
Age Group: 50 - 65

I yearn for your arms warm around my waist

a verb unshared with any other dancer

a paso doble

across the infinite space between climax and quotidian

come lie with me longer

don’t move

make it last

I believe in dreams, the creature

who spreads feasts of meats and cakes

in the sleep of prisoners

I know faith in the gentle dark

after a sleepless night of tears by the fire

as it whispers a poem into my ear

I‘ll never understand the miracle of trees

converting sunlight to green and gold

hiding birds and me

from my little brother

and the magic of cats

I believe in the bother of dance

and the triumph of conversation,

that space held in a cradle of words,

the awe of new possibilities

between strangers, now friends

I trust in snakes and the voice on the hospital ceiling

saying “Don’t worry. You will survive or you’ll die.

Either way is fine.”

I believe in confusion, slow groping through this endless fog.