We had been noticing them,
Carol and I
The regulars, but who seemed a little off
Dancing—
As if they were balancing on the edge of a cliff
Or swimming, teetering
Dancing in the same places on the floor
Night after night
We guessed about them,
But didn’t talk to them
And then I did.
Adoption, foster homes, homeless
High a lot
Flat affect, rarely smiling
Loving
Caring
Biblically literate
An artist
Single parent
Intelligence, intellect
Some talk of Swedenborg
I work so hard to attain
Degrees, my condo, car, career, my musical projects
Volunteer commitments
Affections for useful activities
Affections
Sobriety
Effort to learn right and wrong
True and false
And do
And yet . . .
The blues bar
Regulars
Night after night
A hang out
A home
Community
Church
David Fekete 