Exuberance

Flashing (lights)

are all around

the world is tipping

or maybe,

I’m just spinning

I look down (and I’m

wearing unfamiliar

clothes) I can’t

recognize myself–

a stranger in my own skin

my hand grazes my face

and bringing up my

fingertips (for a better view)

I find them glistening

shimmery dust

(coats my body)

I twirl and whirl

I dance

and I sparkle

and yet I am

not myself –

I don’t remember

how I got to this place

I don’t remember

the dust on my face

or where I learned to

swish and sway

bumping to the music

my body moves

without owner

I find (I’ve relinquished

the reins)

I am not in control.

Despite (my movements

being not of my own)

I find myself –

lighter

I find my spirits

lifted

I am not my own,

my actions –

are not of my accord

never would

I find myself

without a care,

moving to the rhythm

my surroundings

unknown

I find,

It’s not troubling

I close my glittered eyes

and let out a sigh

I let myself

fully let go

and get taken

by the night.