Watching you dance is like watching a cat
Chasing fireflies in a fluffed-up frenzy.
How can something look so silly
And so beautiful at the same time?
The little blue speaker is more shy than you,
The robotic music can’t keep up with you,
Because your breath and blood is the beat
That you pound into the ground with your feet.
Like a sprinting lioness you kick up dirt
And your legs kick up your frilly skirt.
You recklessly tumble and roll and leap
And spin and swing and bend and reach
Up to the sky, up to the Sun and the gods,
Down to the Earth, and then to me, why me?
I can’t join a dance if the gods are watching,
And I know they are, they have to be.
If I were a god this would be my favorite thing,
To see beautiful people dance and sing
As if to show me they’re really alive
And can do much more than merely survive.