Corners

Marylou Mansfield

cracks crevices
creases corners

living in them
crowding around them
squeezing between
the edges
feeling invisible
in an inconspicuous existence

crouching couching
cramped encumbered

waiting to be drawn
from within
danced to the center
of your heart
launched into life
spun
twirled
whirled

taking a step
you reach for my hand
spirit me away
out from the corner
into the spot light

to waltz

with the rest of the world