Dance Lessons Poem by Colin Gilbert

Do you remember when we were songs?
We twirled in lawns and streets
arms outspread
believing
one day
we would find rhythm in another's face.

I had feet once
glorious feet.
I traded them for wounds
and stories. I was writing
hymns
the day I asked your name
and singing.

You want
spinning like a pinwheel.
You live for wind.
Unsteady I
will learn your dance.
Do not expect me
to forget my psalms.

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