Arms wide and soul bared
Pinned to truth and sustained with love
“Those who were seen dancing
Were thought to be insane by those
Who could not hear the music.” Nietsche
Palm Sunday Tango
Our cocked ears strain toward a not-so-distant future
To catch the first notes of an untamed Lindy Hop.
But now we dance a mournful marathon not of our making,
Dragging our weary bodies and souls behind us, waiting to hear
The last dreadful note.
We will dance with abandon
When the Lindy notes sound at last,
But in this time between we endure,
Faithful to the dance we hear now.
We learn the steps as we go,
Leaning against one another,
Hanging on, cheering on, crying with.
Tomorrow’s dance is for tomorrow.
Today we dance to the music we hear today-
c. Rita H Kowats 3/27/2021
*I am deeply moved by this post https://www.ritualwell.org/ritual/mourning-dancing
c. Rita H Kowats 3/20/2021
“… the lead bird isn’t an alpha bird, he explained, it’s just the one that assumes temporary wind duty, and when it gets tired, it flies to the back of the pack, where it may straggle while regaining strength. “If you’re the guy in front, you can only stay there so long,” he said. “Recovery may take awhile.” In the meantime, a new bird moves in.
“The Goose that flies at the back of the pack is just getting some rest” by Mary Schmich
(On seeing geese fly in “V” formation)