I dance with the dead
extending my hands to
an ever-expanding circle
of passed loved ones and friends.
Holding fast to their memories
I dance about the room
to the beat of the moment,
circling round and round
moving through time
back to the beginning
as life ticks away to a
celebrative finale.
And when the countdown begins…
I bow to the past,
releasing my hold—
ready to take
each day as it comes.
I embrace the unknowable future.
Jak
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On New Year’s Eve: Poetry by Joyce Anderson
