Dancing with Myself
One Step at a Time
With disconcerting dread I felt it oozing 'tween my toes
A texture that had me question the barefoot path I chose
And alarmed an olfaction that wafted up into my nose
Making me wonder what doom, I presumed, herein goes
.
Hesitating from one mid-night's footfall to the next
I tenuously stepped into it, mystified, perplexed
On a number line of indignity, when Y preceded X
Where, in the dark, I knew not which steps ahead were hexed
.
Who or what could have left a thing so foul and rancid?
A loathsome load of gradū that somebody had implanted
Or a portal to the devil or other darkness so enchanted
Such splattered splotchure offensive on my itinerary landed
.
I must know the nature and the purpose of this lump that's in my way
For I vowed never to re-encounter such fetid state of decay
How did it get here? Who had placed it here this day?
I must retrace my steps to know how it came here to lay
.
I went back to my beginning, from where I did awaken
And began my traipse to this hapless destiny's occasion
To see why I met the match of my faith-in-God so shaken
In perambulation along the feckless path I'd taken
.
On my forensic investigation I saw and so discovered
Piecemeal disrobings of garments by which someone had uncovered
And clothing clues which had fallen, en route, that I recovered
Much of it not my own, underscoring what I've proffered
.
What had I done — why had it come to this?
This strange trail of a dangerous stranger's aimlessness
Was I this stranger? Unto myself — my shoes fit footsteps' sameness!
Now I saw where I went wrong with a life I thought so stainless
.
My travels' travails left reminders in what ways I wretchedly schlepped
In my trail of tears disclosing where I'd ducked instead of leapt
Of course! That spot, lying in wait to define me whilst I slept
Was of my own making, integrity sold and sworn words unkept
.
Blameless, shameless, and nameless, too
My self-indulgence aimlessly is mocking derring-do
For whether my story is made up or it's seems to ring true
Ask not in whom your footsteps step — they step in you
.
I'd be damned if I'd be the one to deal with that soiled spot
Taking no responsibility, swept under rugs o' s'lipsistic rot
I'll retrace my steps once more to bask in my warm and cozy cot
I shall leave it for someone else to clean up, whether they suspect it's me or not
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I couldn't decide whether this idea would be better presented as prose or poetry, so I did both. End of problem.
Thus, this companion poem for my Tuesday, March 26: Day 86/366 of the Story-a-Day Challenge, "One Step at a Time."
https://vocal.media/fiction/86-one-step-at-a-time
About the Creator
Gerard DiLeo
Retired, not tired. In Life Phase II: Living and writing from a decommissioned Catholic church in Hull, MA. Phase I: was New Orleans (and everything that entails).
https://www.amazon.com/Gerard-DiLeo/e/B00JE6LL2W/
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Comments (4)
Excellent use of "derring-do"!
Apparently I'm the only one who doesn't get it 😅
You are always clever; I had to read this twice. Initially I thought it was about your having two left feet when it came to dancing, lol.
Social commentary, indeed! Cleverly writ, with some enjoyable literary mechanisms sprinkled in. Well done, sir!