Poetry Friday DANCE

The Poetry word is DANCE. Thanks, Mona. This is a picture of an inukshuk I built on the shore of a river in my favourite summer vacation spots - our log cabins.

Look To My Inukshuk

i

prefer

a

familiar

road

but

sometimes

I wander and lose the road

or the road loses me

and i am so lost

trying to find my way home

looking for the arms

of an Inukshuk
(my inner Inuit folklore spirit)

to point the way

guiding signposts

small but pivotal

effecting the change i need

to bring me back to where I should be

is this the old road from which I strayed

or a new one?

I know not-

but when I sadly sense

that I am merely watching

from the periphery

everyone else dance their life's steps
I hope that an inukshuk
beckons me into the centre

of The Circle to share

my own Dance and perhaps
even join one of theirs ....

for awhile

***Blogger wouldn't let me separate the words to look like the legs at the bottom of this shape poem but you get the idea!