3 Poems, by Heather Boob

Dance Your Heart Out

The room was so hot that
the walls were sweating.
The floor was sweating.
A direct effect of the energy exuded
by a band called The Nightsweats.
When you really start to let go
your knees will sway.
Your pelvis will shake.
Your inner Elvis will show himself.
I dance alone
in an empty room
to let go.
I dance, surrounded by
strangers.
Sweating.
We harvest heated energy.
How efficient.


Laugh

We have laughed under three full moons.
Through summer nights.
Who knew
that strangers
could feel
so close, so familiar.

The first moon —
Witness to the Spark.

The second moon —
The Unravelling.

The third moon —
Bidding us Adieu.

You said that
A sense of humor
was of most
Importance.
I agreed.

So many moons shared
over decades of bellies laughing.
Hearts bursting joy.
Cheeks sore
from statued smiles.

Laughter —
Carrying us through
like a glue
that bonds us.

Laughter —
Centuries old
Inherited from ancestors.
Gifts given by the gods
as the
cure-all medicine.

And still,
even if just temporary,
we harvest it.
Like a second moon
in the month of May,
on the brink
of hot, summer evenings —

To fill us
with its warm magic
and sweetest joys.


Be Daring

The words
on the tip of my tongue
refuse to reveal themselves.
They are reluctant
to be heard in open air.
For the spark,
that may ignite,
could create a wildfire.
Or,
be drowned out
by the reaction
of Sound.