“Dancing into a Second Chance” by Dale Innis
A concertina in the back seats of my mind
passion and grace, the awkward silent space
all has passed now in the fog of forgetting
all becomes a soup of pureed rotting fruit
and yet, I’d raise my hand, to start over again.
What I didn’t learn when you were by my side,
I’d know with the next one in line; I’d do it just fine,
and the next, a bit better and so on and so on.
Tears and poems, broken hearts, pieces of eight
I paid the piper to dance all night, because it felt right.
Looping the loop in Life’s way back- play back machine,
My second chance, will be focused on compassion & romance.
This time around, a body is not needed, I’m like a good dream,
I will just be a whirling light, a laugh and tender touch in the night.
I’d be the voice that whispers I love you, and you’d know it was true…
December 6, 2022