to be in the flow of a dance
is not easy for those of us whose hearts
beat differently
when we mingle
the music changes, and
everyone starts moving differently
or not, it just seems that way
to us
who are odd at that dance
we look at our feet
mumble and whisper
‘don’t fall; keep on dancing’
our thrill is
not to be noticed
act as if we know
our hearts racing
then we notice others
who are as awkward
recognizing the miracle of belonging
our beat is not lonesome
it’s written in the stars
