Dancing in Absentia
Why isn’t it enough
to speak the sordid truth,
while a jealous moon steals
our thunder – assumes the limelight
in a twinkling mid-winter sky.
Why isn’t it enough
to dance a rabid Tango – cut a dash
around words etched in snow,
that rise like a chorus
from a well of nothingness.
These peripheral things – sensed
yet not grasped – are hinted at
via dark lesions on the page;
exalted by the shadows they inhabit.
©️ Orion Foote
Visions of Orion Poetry 