Here
I am here.
Not there, not then,
not if, not when,
but here, wherever
that has taken me, wherever
it will take me,
my life has always been,
will always be, lived
in the footlights
of here.
In the comedy of the catbird
taunting the crouching tabby
with its song,
In the ennui of the oak leaf,
one among millions waiting
for autumn,
In the apostasy of April
kissing the rosebud alive
to wholeness,
In the low hunger of the heron
that can only be appeased
by waiting,
In the lust of the lightening for
the touch of land that only
comes by storm.
In the surrender of the tea leaf
to the knife, yielding to fire
and water,
I am here.
The only constant in this
endless choreography
is here.
and so it is here
that I will dance.
not there, not then,
not if, not when,
for if I cannot dance here
I will not dance then.
