So the dancing is a cure, the drums wild
like movement in painting--
flashes of color equal
to the strife of future years, careless
of days going off the rails and
emptying into an evaporating atmosphere
or recurring, shaping
a kind of mimicry of motion and intent
that becomes the meme
by which others are recognized, awakening
to an even greater understanding
of the inner dimensional self—all this, but
what if there was more, beyond
these shifting shiny surfaces where
an ineluctable sea strips away the sand
and gathers us all up, like stars,
into the spoken word? The real cost
includes the risk of not having—in a future
where each day’s a delight, where
music and dancing fill your house.
Author Bio:
David Wyman’s first collection of poems, Proletariat Sunrise, was published in 2017 by Kelsay Books. His poems have appeared or are forthcoming in Dissident Voice, The Aurorean, BlazeVOX, Clockwise Cat, Picaroon Poetry, A Certain Slant, The Wallace Stevens Journal, Old Crow Review, Spout and Green Hills Literary Lantern among other publications.