I turn and spin; the world flashes as I go. I am erect, proud of my self-possession. I can stand the forces of vector rotation, public opinion and gravity. Sobriety has made a dancer out of me. I sprint the stage and take my place. I know the moves and trust, as best I can, the choreographer and the choreography. I feel the wind move on my body as I revolve, the blur of existence spreads out before me. I can let it all pass. To spot myself and keep my upright posture, the only place that requires my clear and unobstructed view is the line of sight from my sponsor’s eyes to mine.
Let your work speak.
A Verse to the Wise
Encoding truth into poetry
makes reality survivable by giving readers
the opportunity to dig truth up like diamonds.
Throwing certainty in people’s faces like cold water
gives them a wakeup call but nothing to embrace.
The beauty of semaphore is the dance
that need not be understood by everyone who sees it.
Communication through device
leaves headroom and breathing space
while acceptance might be reached.
The current of a conversation
often leads me to face the facts,
but a tsunami of candor could drown me.