(Written after seeing a stranger post a very beautiful but sad poem about dancing on Substack. I wrote this very quickly a few minutes after seeing his poem and replied with it. He told me he was fine. And he liked my poem!)

He spoke of dance

But sounded sad,

I worried; what if this were bad?

Should I say something or leave it be?

Walk away figuratively ?

Sometimes stones get in our shoes

Blisters happen, corns do too…

Dancing can’t always be smooth.

Sit down with me and have a rest.

Fancy some banana bread?