Tristan Griffin Poetry

Written 11/13/17

May I have this dance?
I don’t dance.
May I have this dance?
I’ll give it a chance.

I fear failure.
I fear defeat.
Just close your eyes.
Listen to the beat.

The people are staring.
The people are laughing.
Who says that their way
Is the right way of acting?

I don’t know all the steps.
I don’t know all the timing.
That’s why I’m in the lead.
This is my mountain you’re climbing.

It feels like a mountain.
I don’t have the strength.
We’re not relying on you
As much as you think.

Where ought I go?
What ought I do?
Lean into me.
Let me lead you.

What if in leaning,
I fall to the ground?
‘Tis better to fall
Than to stand safe and sound.

I’m dizzy from twirling
And spinning in place.
Forget all the twirling.
Stare into my face.

What ought I be doing?
There’s got to be more.
Just dance with me.
That’s your one chore.

May I have this dance?
I don’t dance.
May I have this dance?
I’ll give it a chance.