National Poetry Month: ON DANCING by Elizabeth Robinson

On Dancing

by Elizabeth Robinson

Like

a flavor draining down one’s throat,

the exudates of sound and waltz.

God said dancing was no elixir and was

befouled with its own suspicions

until the angel reclaimed its

message, having traveled through

you, where you heard the harmony and

your movement tutored, told

God how to swallow.

This poem is from issue 37.2. You may purchase a copy here.