Appropriateness

Appropriateness is

a dance hall gal.

The tickets of convention

seemed to be dispensed

by breathing onward.

The dance card is a flat screen

of idle thought rooted deeply

in the vacancy of dreams.

The dreams that do speak

may have an innocent truth to them.

The lament is of aspirations

called out as muttering in the night.

These are the hidden elements

of self identified,

the muted themes of self

yet to be realized.

The dance is of itself

a besiege made of obstruction.

If not for a still-point of self,

remote but not removed,

that takes what dance there is

and refines its,

there would be evidence

of its interior composition.

As for the partners,

there is, at times, a passage.

The selves within are present

but distant

bumping up against

what is offered by the others.

Occasionally there would be

a moment, a touch, a glance,

even full contact.

The exchange of dreams expands.

This movement bestows.

Those connection

becomes an embrace.

The sun of selves

possibly could be exchanged,

for these still-points,

in spite of the appropriateness,

to sum their inner fates

. . . and dance . . .