Traversing the curve of the earth
in a dancing midnight walk
Giving a little away
each breath a puff of steam:
rendering emotion
one inner sunshine ball
Obeying the strings of music
as they lift arms
and let knees fall.
And so walking I make pretense
of a courage; strideful step
Banishing the demons
who think I am not yet
entitled to my sunshine
or furtive foot skips
that along an icy pathway
eases into trips
Little body, little mind, slips.
And although I feel so small here,
gazing up, around and down,
and know that hearts beat only
until the end of their run
There is a comfort in owning
this little midnight walk;
The night doesn't judge
or stare at you strange;
it will take your sad smiles
and your tensed fists of rage -
And to this calm acceptance
neither human
nor daylight
can compare.
