Dressing for the Dance

Dressing for the Dance.

I dress myself for the dance,
with torrents of rain the mother
provides, the mother who knows
the secret why of every being
nourished in her cleansing baptisms.

I do not know the theme
of today’s dance. I do not
know the rhythm she will play,
whether storm, or river softly
caressing. I know only
that I must dance.



About elrondsilvermaul

I never know what to say about myself. I let what I write try to speak as to who I am. I can only add, here, that I am 72, live in a nursing home, am twenty years a cancer survivor, and identify as a gay male. I intend to use this blog as storage for poems? written over the long years (and still being written). This does not preclude other uses.
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