No Choreography.

Everyday, I dance with the universe
to the same song
and everyday we hold perfectly still
the universe and I
as if waiting
for the rules to finally make sense
until one of us relents, with a sigh -
I'll lead, and you can follow.

. . .

Welcome to the Club.

In wonder, humor, or terror
everything I love and hate
leaves me breathless
including you.

. . .