I don’t hate you when you dance, but pain
Is a cage with sharp teeth,
And one I’m pinned beneath,
In pain, in boredom, stuck again.
I don’t hate you when you dance, because
I know people pain squashed flat
And others who bounced out of that
I’ve put some effort into which I was.
But Song, if I could I’d rise out of this chair
I’d fly out the window, snag in the branches of the tree,
Like the netted stars, I’d float out there,
Drifting along, borne on the air
Like a dandelion seed, light and fine and free,
Like a ballerina, spinning clear and fair.
9th March 2018
