…unravel Grace

On a Sunday

At 8:51 pm

Asked
to partner
grief
Still
Let’s
spin
…faster to
…unravel

I dance
to dig
from a Sunday Dance
and dance to light grenades:
Very few know
how to ask
for a dance with me,
how to take
just a dance with me,
I have stopped stinging:
It is now 5:21 am.
Monday
Happy
Night

I ask, “How did it look? My dancing…?”

He smiles, “It was beautiful to watch you dance. Now that’s dancing.”

I laugh, “Thank you!” and hug him

and begin
my dance into Grace.