Wednesday, May 08, 2013

Obeying a Forgotten Dream



author's note:

A few years ago, I was involved in this discussion: can one dance to jazz?

I say: we can dance to whatever we please.


OBEYING A FORGOTTEN DREAM

This morning in the mirror
I wondered:

did my hair do a dance
in the night while I slept--?--

I couldn't recall--I only knew
I needed to flatten its cacophony
back down
before I could go on

but even at noon
I could still feel the afterglow
of a rollicking midnight party
throughout my body--

all afternoon, I hummed,
I mused--
trying to conjure a lyric
to express that rousing tune

until finally, I gave up--I gave in

and begin to spin
to shake, to clap
to shout, to laugh

as my hair rose
with the ecstasy
and every strand
did its wild dance.

© 2013, Michael R. Patton
searching for the new mythology

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