The Blues

I swayed with them amidst the Armageddon.
– between meteors –
we held each other and
Moved our hips
in smooth synchrony.

For some reason,
the Lowly Blues
were the only thing that could move me;
Not walking to the grocery store or
to my own kitchen to say the least.

It was either
slow dancing
or
half sleeping
in a dissociative haze.

But I don’t think they knew how much our dances meant to me.
I don’t think they knew how important they were to me in that moment in time.

As we drifted in slow rhythms, our bodies so close
sung me calm.

Not flinching
or
screaming
as meteors stormed my head.

My head that retaliated,
and rightfully so.
My head that longed for these round, orange pills
my doctor used to give me.

I didn’t have a lot of friends around back then, but a
Community of blues dancers came
to my 26th birthday.
I made them a big chocolate cake as of to say:
Thank you for getting me out of bed last year.

I don’t think they knew this though.
I don’t think they knew how much our dances meant to me.
I don’t think they knew how important they were in that moment in time.