"Didn't Used To Be A Dancer"
I didn't used to be a dancer.
I mean,
I couldn't tap dance,
keep track of salsa steps,
or move like Baryshnikov on the tennis court.
I marveled at break dancers,
at roller skaters who served at drive-ins,
and shoe sellers who coyly showed customers
the supremacy of their finest wares.
Avoiding walking on sidewalk cracks
without anyone noticing
seemed to be my only dancing talent.
But now,
I AM a dancer.
Adept at opening doors,
turning on light switches,
and twirling facet knobs
With my newfound feet,
renewed balance, and
rekindled love for Fred Astaire.
All to avoid a virus
that has
absolutely no
sense
of humor . . .
dancing silently,
invisibly,
with Death as its choreographer.
May 2020
