Isn’t it funny how we get some new words, or new meanings for old words when something big is going down. This poem is a play on one such word.
It’s also yet another haiku, this time a double.
Pivoting
Unable to dance
The future a melody
We don’t know steps to
We keep pivoting
Like we’re all wearing red shoes
Balconies beckon
UPDATE
This poem has since had the collab treatment as part of Slamalamadingdong‘s Mix & Match Slam.
I was able to play with layering of audio and the rhythm of the haiku, and Elena Osalde danced to the track.