Blue Dancer, The Experience: A Sharing Poem by Dennis Ryan

Saturday night, January,14,2023

Once again, yesterday afternoon—
I experienced Blue Dancer from multiple
perspectives, and you were there, sharing
the experience with me—just in a different
guise—which made it all the more satisfying
and enjoyable. You asked if Blue Dancer
was my favorite piece, and, yes, of course
I responded in the affirmative, to which
you later responded, "Yes, I love it! " as
I was making my second round. You
appeared again, coming from a separate
room, exhibit—as if from nowhere. After
which you disappeared, but once again
showing that you care for me, care about
what we share before leaving, leaving me
again bereft, so full these empty arms.
(And please don't ask me why these
poems tend to speak so much about loss,
bereavement—you need ask this question
of those others who have so deeply effected,
affected and afflicted me. Yes, please ask them
before you come back to me, the horses' mouth.)