In A World That Spins The Wrong Way

We have the St. Vitus' dance, and cannot possibly keep our heads still.

The Dance, oil on canvas by Henri Matisse (1910)

basking in oblivion

embracing the future while joining hands with echoes of the past

reveling in each other's mere presence

swaying to our own inaudible, delicate anthem of love

twirling in our own catechism of eternity

sculpting miracles from clay

shaping tomorrow in a different way

we were alive

we were young and free

so we danced in our nakedness

that's all we knew

and that's all that mattered

regardless of what they say

in a world that spins the wrong way

Author's Note

"If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music which he hears, however measured or far away." - Thoreau

Reviews

[Michael Sun Bear]

I like the way you created a column of verbs in the first stanza. Nice finish with the last line. I wonder how many readers know of the St. Vitus dance?

[Pete]

thank you. i appreciate the kind, astute words.