Just to Dance
Branches break against gale force
Yet the maples dance with subtle grace.
Ripped from limb to limb
They continue to move in rhythm.
Am I like the tree;
Destroying myself just to dance?
If so, who is the wind;
Who will be my partner in obliteration?
Is it a selfish wish to want someone to dance with?
Labels: by Lee Hutchings, Misc. Mutterings, Poetry