after the dance

""

some mesmerizing movements later

a pearl of sweat 

travels

down 

my

forehead

peculiarly 

it decides to visit the corner of my right eye.

while i lean back into stillness, spine upright, 

the bead

continues

its

journey 

down

my

cheek

.

.

.

salty as it is, 

it might as well be a tear.

i don't mind,

and the eye is not offended.

everyone involved knows that it's just yet another expression of love.

""

what a relief!

""

at times

i climb the hill behind my house:

the high enough view

over the small enough city

reassures me time and again 

that i'm just as big a part of everything

as is everything else.

that is, merely visible, if at all.

""