The False Floor

the wandering placement of your feet
draws (nonsensical) shapes

in circles i sit
designated targets
in sameness

the world you know
holds you
so i release my grasp
like yesterday's balloon
or tomorrow's wilted rose

i've never danced on sand dunes
or said
"I love you."
with weight or breathless
it's not been mine

tap dancing on
this false floor
the hollows beneath