Steel curtains drop across my path
won’t let me pass,
no way around.
What now to do?
Unconfined, a woman dances
without complaint,
not tense, with grace,
in small, tight space.
Such dream images tug at me,
“Do not attempt
to override.
Just step anew.”
JDG
If only others could see us dance the real dance of our dreams, the rest being only a shared illusion.
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