When I DanceWhen I dance at a DiscoI have a bit of a problem Stress actually. I crave contact. The disco is filled with islands Individuals, and small groups. Each expressing a separate reality. Often quite interesting, But difficult to connect with. I go out on the dance floor And the craving for contact Begins to build. Attraction to so many islands But almost never The sense that I can come ashore And become a welcome visitor. By the end of the evening, My desire for contact Has become like an electrical charge, And I've become A bolt of lightning waiting to strike. I leave the disco All charged up and all stressed out. ---- When I go country dancing It's all very different In country dancing I get a partner. And with my partner I get contact. Lots of different kinds of contact Sometimes subtle. Sometimes jarring. Sometimes shallow. Sometimes deep. It's a conversation without words. Every so often It feels like a circuit Is completed. My dance partner and I Exchange some kind of energy. I begin to feel Some forgotten part of myself Gently re-awakening. And I remember Why I craved contact In the first place. I go home Happy and satisfied. |
| 23 August 2001 | |
| by Bill Cattey |