One . . .
I'm kicking off a personal quest beginning on this winter solstice December 21, 2013 with an attempt to post all my poems here in one place for a Solar year. Some old, some new . . . . I'm naming my project "Via Solaris" (the way of the sun) after the same sun calendar sculpture by John Van Alstine.

        Dancing Alone

         By Stormcat

I'm not sure about my father but

     I think I love my mother.

It isn't that it is

     it's that it's disturbing to admit.

After all,

Society dictates absoluteness

     in that regard.

So I look at myself in the mirror

     and think, on an ordinary day, that

     I really don't look that wonderful

That's when I don't like myself,

     in spite of all the wonder.

That's when I question my worth

     the most!

Now it's ten o'clock on yet another

     Monday night!

Before I even realize it, it will be

Ten o'clock

     on yet another Friday night.

Another week will have passed

     without any accomplishment.

It simply feels like I'm drowning

     but it doesn't really matter.

A person can't drown

     who is already dead.

Perfection?

To be human is to be

     beautifully flawed.

Seems, after all these years, like

     there is no one-and-only for me.

Four decades, two failed marriages,

     countless attempts . . .

     Still          no soul-mate.

Must I end, rattling around in this

     large house with one cat?

I always dreamed

     that my beautiful dance partner

     fell in love with me.

I assumed I needed a partner to dance

Today I went upstairs where the floor is

     large and empty (no lights or eyes)

Today,      I tried dancing alone. . .

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