I did not know what it would take to start again.
I was taking it all for granted.
I was tired.
I was taking a step back.
I was trying to get perspective.
I was sure I'd be right back.
I was wrong.
I was headed down a road without shoes.
I was stumbling.
That's what I tell myself.
I tell myself this:
once the dancing stops, the whole world begins to go solid.
What if, instead,
the dancing continues.
But, it just looks like breathing now.
It just looks like something different when I'm perched out on a limb.
It moves slower.
So that, I feel the dark things moving underneath
and realize that they are
here
to dance.
