This steady hand belies dancing feet
skipping over rug pulled from under me
this serene smile hides a tortured heart
feeling the fabric of life being torn apart
and
yet... the whirling dispersal of the tatters
frame (and so reveal) what really matters:
not-so-far-off land to steward, love and
trust,
earth whose form gives steps to this wild
dance,
in spite of us
and
so... let me relax as the Earth quakes and
cracks
let me flow as I lose track of rhythm and
rhyme
and am dismembered from this place and time
to be remembered not as face but as deed
there where the whirl of the world deems fit
to fill a need
