River Dance Poem by Daniel Donohue

We find ourselves in tubes
Hallways, roads, walkways
Rivers, flowing into tributaries
Classrooms, workplaces, homes (with more hallways still)

We move until we are found by stillness
An inlet, where motion becomes just another option
Then, motivated by the unseen
We detach

Releasing the firm grasp of safety we float down stream
Lead by the infallible power of the current
Held tightly, we waltz
To the music of our choosing

We flow to the river’s mouth