To Dance Again

I had no interest in the dance.

Wooden legs and feet of clay

Were cause of my disdainful stance,

Until I understood one day

The world is dance and I must teach

Unwilling limbs to rise and soar

Beyond mind's insufficient reach

As once in pageantries of yore

I danced and sang with such delight

In other worlds, on former stars.

And now the body burning bright,

Healed once more of earthly scars

And endless centuries of pain

Must learn to fly and dance again.