I Went Dancing
Hafiz and I met on a path.
Pebbles crunched under our sandals.
He asked me to dance
“Here?” I asked.
“Where else?” he answered.
He took my hand and we spun through the circle of Cyprus.
“Hafiz, because he is like that, convinced me to leave my sandals on the pebbled path and dance across the grass.
The green blades made small wings under our heels.
Then Hafiz took me to the door.
Rose scented and heavy.
“Here”, he said.
“I was just the teacher.”
He left me and I entered the silence and bowed my head.
I grew still.
This time, without moving even one of my sweet and lovely toes
I danced again across oceans, thrown in great leaps to the sky.
He didn’t dance like Hafiz
Then I understood
This is where all dance comes from.