Doing a dance we cannot imagine.

The last time I gave even a little thought to poetry was 1970 and the girl I was dating thought Rod McKuen was cool. But I keep coming back to this guy Billy Collins. He speaks to me. This is from Nostalgia... a common theme here at smays.com.

As usual, I was thinking about the moments of the past,
letting my memory rush over them like water
rushing over the stones on the bottom of a stream.
I was even thinking a little about the future, that place
where people are doing a dance we cannot imagine,
a dance whose name we can only guess.