The Mummer's Dance

by John Herzog

The day and the sun are setting on my mind,
much like the year sets on the shadows of myself,
these that dance along the fractured sidewalk behind me

And this dance is mine and my own,
with every misstep and falter
as imperfectly in place as should be

Meanwhile, I'll let the fools of the gathering confluence
ponder and sneer at this biggest fool of all,
meandering on my merry maneuvers

Where is it I'm going, they ask?
As night falls, so do my eyelids
under the weight of a year well-danced

And I have to wonder...
does that question still matter?
One should ask - where am I now?

Now, I lie down
in my room,
staring out at my
hands in my lap
against my knees
bathed in moonlight;
it's the repose
between the fall
of my body against
the mattress of stillness
after my coy promenade
and the first leap
into the pale cerulean tint
that is the sunrise
of the new morrow,
a time of quietude
pierced only
by my soft humming
into the evening.

Soon, I shall dance once more.


Author's Note: A bit of a testament to the end of a year and the birth of a new one.

Posted on 12/30/2009
Copyright © 2021 John Herzog

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Michael Smith on 12/30/09 at 06:45 AM

And a wonderful testament it is, John. Happy 1 year anniversary on Pathetic, as well. Well done, sir.

Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 12/30/09 at 08:16 PM

"And this dance is mine and my own, with every misstep and falter as imperfectly in place as should be" - indeed! Thank you.

Posted by Peter Humphreys on 01/05/18 at 06:23 PM

John, Re-reading this at the beginning of another year, it retains it sense of wonder and reflection. Very well crafted. Keep dancing, keep dancing. Peter

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