Dancing


























At first I stood in the middle of them as they rolled around me
fluid and dreamy
arms hanging as low as their jeans
liquid like a dance
quiet apart from the sound of wheels and the occasional restrained clap
(almost gentlemanly in their appreciation)
and here I was in the middle of them
the sea had turned that milky green before the storm
I wanted to grab at least one of them
there were so many
all boys and men dancing around in the air
And in my mind I could see myself spinning with them for a moment 
pulled toward the edge of the
drop-off
I watched his feet touch the deck lightly
not thinking about the next move
sliding on his knees to a stop in front of me