Poem 6
Dancing around
and around
but the secret
sits smugly in the middle
it can’t reveal what
it knows if no one
poses the question
of why it sits there
Stuck in its logic
feeling blocked from
going somewhere
you can’t have
power over something
that has not been inquired
from within with no
partner to dance with
Ingratitude at the
thought that comes to us
we become its victim
writhing in the wind
criticism a subversion
influenced by a lie
we think less as a
team and end up
working harder
in the end
and around
but the secret
sits smugly in the middle
it can’t reveal what
it knows if no one
poses the question
of why it sits there
Stuck in its logic
feeling blocked from
going somewhere
you can’t have
power over something
that has not been inquired
from within with no
partner to dance with
Ingratitude at the
thought that comes to us
we become its victim
writhing in the wind
criticism a subversion
influenced by a lie
we think less as a
team and end up
working harder
in the end
