Dance

A Dance Begins

A cloud forms in the now not so cloudless sky.
The wind answers, waking up the grasses.
A dance begins.

I stir from early morning sleep
to write these gifts of poems.
Another dance begins.

The stars hiding behind the light of the sun
wait patiently for their chance to be seen.
And another dance begins.

My heart waits for a love
underneath the gathering clouds.
A dance begins.

Ways

There are                             Choose
alternatives                         a path    
that make                            where
possible                               dancing
very                                      for no 
different                              apparent
ways                                     reason
of moving                            makes
about                                   the
lightly                                  most
in the world.                       sense.

Being anxious

Consider the infinite and the finite.
Finite moments compose the infinite.
Enter the dance whose steps create
any covenant made in love
to the thousandth generation.
The particular reaches the eternal.
The Word spans infinity forevermore
whereas anxiety scrambles possibility.
Be not anxious.
Or, at least, do not show it.
The songbirds will return.

The dance,
from one dance
to the next dance,
circling around itself
as generations
abide on the edges,
gazing into the circle
of what cannot change
and not ever end.

Promenade

I said, "I dreamed last night of an inchworm
measuring the distance of our suffering."

She said, "Distance times time equals 
the speed at which things fall apart."

I asked, "Do you think creation could
have been made any other way?"

She answered, "In the space we inhabit
change only happens at the edge
of where chaos and order frolic."

I asked another question, "Don't take 
this the wrong way but can I have 
the next dance?"

She replied, "Only if you fondly promise
to promenade with me all the way down
the corridor of time."