little dancing girl
moving with the music inside
see her float and twirl
in the arms of grace
little dancing girl
moving with the music inside
you are safely held
in the arms of grace

she has not learned to fear things unknown
there is no darkness in her mind
she sees no sense in hiding from herself
no good in watching confidence unwind

excerpt from “dancing girl”

where are
we going?

what is that?

when will we
be there?

what happens?

when do we
stop being
like the kid
in the back
of the car –

a thousand
thousand
questions
on our lips?

is it gradual?

this trading
wonder
for worry?

better to
hunker down
eyes
wide shut?

just get on
without
asking why?

or is it
true?

these cynical
souls:
loved
beyond measure?

these twisting
lives:
works
in progress?

is it true?

what if it
is true?