Dance — A Dream

“Dance” — C.Birde, 7/20

We danced.

O, how we danced…

Our bodies lightly pressed

& touching at wrists,

forearms,

elbows,

hips.

We danced

through a room cluttered,

crowded with tables & chairs;

with people

disinterested,

distracted,

curious.

We danced.

His lead so assured,

so easy to follow

that my step

never

f a l t e r e d.

— C.Birde, 7/20

The Lost — A Poem

“Northern Flicker” — C.Birde, 7/20

Things I have lost,

in no particular order:

books & keys & histories;

my halo,

my high horse,

the chip on my shoulder;

pets & friends;

a father, a sister;

my heart,

my head,

my way,

my youth;

sense of self;

an unobstructed view;

faith & trust & confidence;

my grip,

my patience,

my tolerance;

all my defenses &

sense of direction;

I’ve lost count,

lost track,

lost face;

my perspective,

my chances,

my edge.

But of all the things here —

accounted for & overlooked,

irreplaceable or inherent —

I have never lost

your Love,

nor my love

for you.

— C.Birde, 7/20