dance

throughout my miserable existence

i haplessly stumbled over

my own big feet.

the demanding daily

issues of life crippled my psyche

and dragged me to the floor.

with cautious optimism

out the door,

this insane wave of focus

and questionable synapse

narrowly escaped

this bleek moment of time.

what, for god's sake, is next?

as i sat waiting for the next

napalm bomb to drop,

i found shelter....assurant shelter,

refuge from the storm.

i sat unscathed,

with his loving arms

around me all along,

as he taught me

to dance in the rain.

-roger criss