We Have Come To Be Danced
~ by Jewel Mathieson
We have come to be danced,
not the pretty danceā¦
not the pretty pretty, pick me, pick me dance,
but the claw our way back into the belly
of the sacred, sensual animal dance.
The unhinged, unplugged, cat is out of its box dance.
The holding the precious moment in the palms
of our hands and feet dance.
We have come to be danced.
Not the jiffy booby, shake your booty for him dance,
but the wring the sadness from our skin dance.
The blow the chip off our shoulder dance,
the slap the apology from our posture dance.
We have come to be danced.
Not the monkey see, monkey do...