Shaking like a ballerina on hurting toes in grubby but expensive pale pink pointe shoes
Oscillating between hope and loss, between lostness and being known
Tottering on a love point before softly arching back towards a hate position.
Such is life on this stage
And will be
All is not well
And all is well
There is no applause for the dance
Well maybe, Jesus is somewhere in the crowd doing a Mexican wave and smiling out of one side of his mouth.
