At the Dance

Judith Clay

Judith Clay

The trees dance
in the October wind
Tall maidens in amber silk
whirling in abandoned joy
on arms of lanky men
in tall evergreen

I am a boy again
watching by the wall
as on the gymnasium floor
pretty girls in hooped skirts
swish by in petticoats
white as of snow

in the long arms
of tall ball players
whose glossy black hair
gleams in the floodlights
as I stand paralyzed
in my own fears

“We should consider every day lost on which
we have not danced at least once.” ~ Friedrich Nietzsche


About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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4 Responses to At the Dance

  1. terpsichorean – (Nietzsche a dance? who knew?)


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