Just Life

Tuesdays are for Poetry.

yep, still…

I’d planned a different topic for today, but then on Sunday morning, I heard a few lines from this poem and just had to share it with y’all. For context, here’s a photo from Katie’s wedding that Sara shared on Instagram

with the caption “Who says they don’t dance…”

Obvious evidence to the contrary 😉, we don’t dance; I’ve often wished we did.

Every Day We Are Dancers 

It begins with the lewd macarena
each of us performs in the shower,
then the modified twist we are hip to
with that ever-absorbent partner, the towel,

and on to the funky chicken of stepping into underwear,
the shimmy of stretching into hose.
There is no music, none that anyone
can hear, yet no one can escape the boogie.

Outside beneath the disco ball of the Sun
no one is a wallflower, not even the two lugs
in the crosswalk lugging a huge mirror,
one at either end pressing his cheek

into the cheek of his own reflection, arm
extended, hand clasping his own hand in a tango
more about control than passion, one couple
leading himself forward, the other slide-stepping

backwards across the intersection made double
by the infinite burden they shoulder together.
At the entrances of buildings even those afflicted
with two left feet find grace with a stranger

in a revolving door, where, regardless of gender,
we share a pause and glance to communicate
who will lead, who will follow,
close to each other but never quite touching.

– Mitch Roberson | Poetry Magazine (via poetryfoundation.org)

…and now I realize, we (all!!) do!

Happy Tuesday!

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