The 3^rd Way: joy, love. Freedom

by Adam Parry

 

After so much silence joy spoke

I lifted up my feet into a helter-skelter of

dance, frantic, ecstatic

opening my eyes wide

to the love in their sighs, dancing

slow, around, inching laughter-lines

up

from their lips

knowing for a moment

that their heart beats as fast as mine

and so slow as the song

always calling us to awaken

from the half-light

and dance beneath

lamp-post in the street

as children do

as we never expected to do.