Today or Fifty Years From Now
In Louisiana, no matter what the year,
the Cajuns dance on the graves
and the swamp comes alive.
A dance they feel in their bones
’cause the rise and squeeze of the accordion
sends a shot of love through their limbs
and they just can’t help but dance.
There is no queue, no line, but a snaking flood
of sometimes shallow water that carries the song and dance
and lifts it up, so high the fireflies and mosquitos stop–
arrested by the undying sound
of life-giving music.
SingPoWriMo: A Facebook Group
CHALLENGE: I will write 1 poem a day from 1 apr 2015 to 30 apr 2015.
– post a poem every day. you can follow the lovely prompts provided daily by mods, or you can just write whatever.