Posted by: Ron DuBour | February 16, 2019

DANCING FOOL~by Joseph Gnatek


 

 

DANCING FOOL

The place that I go
at the end of a day,
is the space that I know
to wander and sway.

I dance with my rhythm
that carries me away,
and prance with the purpose
of the place I can play.

No longer to carry
the burdens of life;
I spin like a top
that cuts like a knife . . .

through the tensions and stress
of walking this night,
alone in my world
without a bright light.

My dance is for me
the horse that I feed,
to keep me company,
it’s my friend indeed.

My dance is something I seed —
I wander quite free
in highest of speed,
to forget worldly need.

I trot fast in my see,
It’s just right for me.

I’m in good company,
dancing on wind
and spinning and grinning
full speed . . .
riding that steed.

Copyright 2/15/2019 Joseph Gnatek IBS INK.
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

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