Life can be hard.
We know that more than most.
We live with this
like we live with everything –
dancing.
You are waiting
for your troubles to be over
before you dance,
play music and sing.
You have forgotten
the dance is inside.
It's not about how
you move your feet.
But don't worry.
You can stop
and find what you need
right here by the road.
Even this road
that seems like the wrong one.
There is a bottle of wine
in your hand. It says:
I am the one they drink
at all the celebrations.
I get up and dance
no matter what. I am
that crazy love that dances
on the tables, I am
those drunken Cossacks
at the bar, that spinning
wild beauty. I am
joy and sorrow
and a heart bursting
and the violin playing so fast
I have forgotten
my own name. I am
what you have been missing.
I am your own wild heart.
Let's open the bottle.
Let's drink the one we were saving
for the special occasion.
There is no tomorrow.
There is only now.
But we aren't going to give it away.
When you retrieve something
you have forgotten,
when you purchase something
you were careless enough to lose,
it is expensive.
There is a price for being alive,
for creating a spark
in the vast darkness.
