Tonight I lay in the middle of one of the courtyards
In the Monastery of Guadalupe
The sky was clouded
No stars shone
But one
Faded
I do not know it's name.
Metal cables criss-cross from wall top to wall top
To keep things from falling apart
I could use cables sometimes
Lights from the courtyard
Shine on the cables but do not light the night sky
My sense of depth has been compromised
Making the expanse seem close like a ceiling
I lay on the courtyard bricks and talked to God
Telling him about a girl back home who needs to feel again
He knows her and loves her even more than I
Which I think must then be an awful lot.
The music in my ears is calling me to move
I have been lying still for too long
And now I need to dance
I pass a mirror and can't help myself
I know it is not the same
But it is always better to dance with a partner
so I do
and thank Christa Pffagin
For inspiring something to which I can.
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