It is easy,
to sense
the Lord of the Dance
when the young
and the beautiful
whirl around
in manic joyful rhythm.
I
have been transfixed
watching the old dance.
Not the gentle waltz
of the senior citizens,
but the slow
deliberate
movements
of Greek folk dances.
Venerable women
with wobbly flesh,
greying and balding men,
slowly gyrating
their spare tire,
in a death defying
life affirming motion,
transcending
space and time.
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from a Greek folk song :
τούτη η γής που θα μας πάρει
this earth that will take us
βάρτε την με το ποδάρι
beat on it with your foot