Limbo dancing – poem for dVerse

Yes, I’m a limbo dancer –

I’ve got the knack of it.

Watch me, as I dance

the dance of boiling kettle,

hanging out clothes,

turning the key –

and all the while knowing

that the cat that sits

in the box of my chest –

box of rib, and flesh,

and lung, lung most of all –

might be sleeping,

or prowling, or clawing

at the walls that

hold it in.

Yes, I’m a limbo dancer,

always dancing,

always in limbo.

M is guest hosting at dVerse poetics tonight, and our theme is “limbo”.