The Dance Of Life (2) Poem by RIC BASTASA

the dance of life
goes on and on within the circle
of our
none awareness

time moves like a silent creeper
in the garden
you do not see until it goes over
the field of another
to someone whom you do not know
it is something that you feel
not having even
met once that one and this one
so unfamiliar yet
we nod

beyond fences
and sometimes beyond repair

the dance of life is one which you cannot
refuse
on tired feet still you must stamp
sometimes
even sans the music
and the rhythm