dances of the water

yesterday
i was dancing
a raucous wild halling
along the fjords
with swift and agile joy
rushing and swimming
amongst the herring
whilst nursing
the grey drowned boy

today
i dance here
yet more stately
more graciously
a solemn strathspey
perhaps later a reel
when the tide shall turn
and i shall wheel
racing with ease
the dappled grey seal

i recall many days
dancing many ways
tango, tarantella
rumba and chacarera
everywhere i dance
i shall find the chance
of the instance
to turn to
a dance
macabre
a bon odori

the blood

dance me to the end