Paradox invited me to dance.
Sort of a last chance romance.

His steps were airy and the
rhythm was unique,
So I let him guide me
endlessly into the middle of
next week.

He whispered things into my
heart that couldn’t seem to
come apart.
The words, they rose and fell again
and I landed in “what might have been.”

Then he led me back again
and gently seized me by the chin.
“Look up, now child, begin again
for then is now and now is then
and so we circle round again.”

Delight was in the air that night
and not a hint of dread or fright.
I was dancing in the light.

Vicki Woodyard