Fandango

What is this fancy little dance we’re doing?

Speed up. No! Slow down.

Now speed up again.

Elfishly playing emotional ping pong

Like two gangly teenagers caught in a game.

 

I feel like I should be passing notes in

Homeroom, subtle hints dressed in disguise,

Or having a friend tell a friend tell a friend

Til I hear that you told someone

You feel the same.

 

We should just silence this foolish fandango,

Accept confrontation, stand face to face.

We’re wasting time dancing round in a circle,

Time we could better spend lost in embrace.

 

Prudence

Would it be prudent to

Walk away silently?

Should I back down

Without passion or heat?

Could there be consequence

Bent on inaction?

What good would become of

A velvet retreat?

 

I wasn’t wrong!

Well, maybe a little.

I was the victim!

But you were hurt, too.

You were the stubborn one!

I only wanted for you

To see my way.

Well, that’s nothing new.

 

Rethink the middle.

Retrace the path.

Prudence is practical.

You do the math.

 

Ultimatum

You must!

I insist!

No doubt!

Your decision.

 

No trust.

You persist.

Don’t shout.

Grave collision.

 

We fussed,

Made a list,

Walked out

On a mission.

 

Disgust

With a twist.

Next bout,

No remission.

 

Ultimatum

Must abide.

Do or don’t.

Get off the ride.

 

Liquidity

She moves downhill,

Begs no favor,

Filling cracks and vast depressions

Along the way to overflowing,

Always growing, always knowing,

Lending, giving, smothering.

Being absorbed by Mother Earth

Who only borrows for a while

Then gladly gives her back.

 

Nothing lives without her kindness.

Flora, fauna, man and beast

Must bow to her intrepid wisdom,

Cling to every precious drop.

 

And what are we without her wealth?

Only dust blown by the wind

To every corner, every niche,

Lonely souls without a shape.

 

Facilitator

Make it happen, Peter Pan.

Sprinkle us with Pixie dust so

We can fly to Neverland

To dance and be forever young.

 

Fairy God mom, waive your wand.

Dress your favorite for the ball.

Make her magic dream come true

Til midnight’s chime at last has rung.

 

Teach me, Merlin. Make me king.

Help me raise this sword from stone.

Give me wisdom, confidence

That I may rule with measured hand.

 

Walk with me on hallowed soil where

Once a carpenter was slain

To give us hope, to give us peace,

To spread His gospel through the land.

 

We are vessels, every one,

Facilitators by degree,

Reaching out and letting go

To set our listless spirits free.