Haiku Riff

Swirling, skirling. Not
Lost – but neither found. I think
This is called dancing.

I’ve stepped off the shore, no compass, but with wind in my sails.
Capricious wind.
There is a direction – there. And then not there.
It’s not that I’m elated – but that I elate. I verb. I reverb.
I have made it. Now if only I can figure out what that it is.

Much direction, and none.
But when dancing, no matter.
I make up the beat.

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1 comment so far

  1. moosilaneous on

    Awesome – awesome feeling, awesome words, awesome whirlwind.
    Dance on, my friend.


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