His dancing body
To appreciate God’s imagination
I must stop cherishing my own.
To view His dancing body,
I must sit still myself
and cease drawing the curtains
upon His performance, cease staging,
for my own benefit, inner choreography,
arranged, directed and starring
my cramped, imagined self.
God is dancing eternally before my eyes
but I am unable to catch a glimpse
for the large man standing in front of me
for a better view himself.
No, wait. I’m the standing man
and the only barrier
between God and myself
is a hard, green willfulness, a failure
of consent, intention, discipline and nerve.
O child of God, we abandon heaven at a whim
to play yet another casual game of pretend.