slow dancing with fate

I learned what hope tasted like
the first time I two-stepped with myself;
stepped out on the hardwood floor
of emotional vulnerability and kept time
with my heart palpitations

And still, I have days where
I recount the way my soul flew
over grassy knolls that bit into my knees;
hills that hid between brick buildings
encasing tradition

so I stepped forward;
marshaled together my will
to be vulnerable

and fell for you