The Welkin 2016 | Page 32

Dance Dance -Michael Jensen I step out, the world is in motion Beasts surround me Music moving them in leaps and bounds And strange twists and turns I blink and the people are back They are Dancing Oh how I dreaded this day Their motion is like a language unknown to me The music is familiar but unknown My instincts scream Run! Flee! Hide! I twist and shuffle towards the door Then, the people part The room resonates with angel voices And I see, across the room… A snack bar Fluttering feelings are cast away There is my savior I glide over I forget my fears And I stuff my face But what’s this? The music is halted Evidently the end is nigh And I may leave this torment Again I turn to the door The herds are dissolving. Into groups of two My ultimate doom is now realized… The slow-dance But now the crowd truly parts Boys and girls swaying to silence Our eyes meet The heart’s palpations pound in my ear The Food is forgotten and Somehow I cover the distance between us The dance is over now We seem to glide out the door A soft whisper A squeeze of the hand Good bye When we part and my lead feet drag behind I think to myself, “dances are fun”