Sunday, January 21, 2007


I sit locked out,
my nose pressed against glass
only I know about.

You sense my distance
but cannot understand
the why of it.

The space I cannot cross.

I watch you dance
with strange disjointed steps
to music I cannot hear.

A ritual to which I can never belong.

You laugh to see me sit alone
as it I made a foolish choice
I am too proud to own.

But I cannot join
this thing that makes no sense
this thing that for me is so unreal.

I must dance to a lonelier beat.

Previously published in Spume magazine.


Crafty Green Poet said...

This poem is just so not about dancing....

blackdaisies said...

this is so incredibly moving and something that i think everyone can relate to at one point in time ...

beautiful ...

Gel (Emerald Eyes) said...

Pithy capture of alienation.
I can see why ths was published!

Crafty Green Poet said...

HI Blackdaisies and Gel, thanks for your comments.