a poem

I didn't paint last night
like I said I would
I didn't want to go to bed sad
like I knew I would
eventually
because I could paint all night
but morning would come
and I'd have to sleep alone
then too
so I went out dancing
and watched the way the bodies moved
so elegantly
different than mine
I know i'm not a dancer
but I know I am a feeler
I feel the music
and the affect of
too many
double gin and tonics
the energy of everyone in the room
their complications
their simplicities
their trouble minds
and liberties
I feel it all
so it didn't take long
for my heart to feel ok
it didn't take long for me to say
"I love this song"
and I said it 15 times
even if it wasn't true