Dancing Haiku
Waiting for the dance,thinking of another, so
far ... so far away ...
Slow song sweetly sung -
she sways gently, wishing for
his tender embrace.
Even in that black night,
small stars, the sparkle of souls,
reaching out to her.
God - just sitting here -
I could be running, free, through
a green grassy field ...
she turns, slowly pirouetting,
to reach out her hand.
And, as in a dance,
he clasps her hand, strong and firm,
moving to join her.
Their feet - so amazing
move these figures, close, as one.
Gazes never part.
If only you could feel the
rhythm, rolling feel -
Waiting in this swamp,
living in another place -
Sunlight, me and you.
Gone - a wisp of smoke ...
My energy, all drawn away -
simple, girlish sketch.
April 1993
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