When I woke up to the news about what had happened in Pulse in Orlando these thoughts started to tickle my brain. These are not complete, nor do they even attempt to cover the wide variety of thoughts and emotions I am still dealing with. Every time guns rip a hole through the fabric of our society I get quiet and contemplative. I have always used my vote to ensure a future that I believe in and gives me hope. I am lacking my normal idealistic hope these days. I am gutted by the hate and anger running unchecked. When it is aimed at the community that I call my own I feel helpless.
The club is dark but my eyes are still closed
Sparks are bouncing under my lids with each beat of my accelerated heart
I can feel the bodies around me. Panting and electric from the last beat of the last song
I keep thinking,
I need some water,
I should sit down
But just when I don't think I can go any further I hear a familiar note
And then another
I feel the shift in my own body and the collective body on the dance floor
This is our house of worship. You and your God ain't got nothin on me and mine.
We love this song, it is our song
A slow start,
with building tension and momentum
My eyes open just as the beat starts to pick up
I find the eyes of my friends
and we smile
at each other as we sing along,
full bellied sing along to our song.
This song
This moment and we move faster and sing harder
We are all one
Connected by the beat by,
the heat of our bodies,
by the need to move,
to live, to love,
to scream our heads off,
and laugh
We are one
Gay, queer, straight, trans, cis, it doesn't matter
This is our song, our beat
This is our house of worship. You and your God ain't got nothin on me and mine.
There is no greater high
than dancing,
singing,
loving,
living,
fucking
on a dance floor
This is my song,
your song,
our song
No one can take this from us
This is our house of worship. You and your God ain't got nothin on me and mine.
The song ends
I am spent
Just as I am shifting,
moving to go drink some water
I hear a familiar note
And then another
My eyes find my friends
and we smile as the words start
and we are singing
We are wrapped
in the strong embrace of the beat
before we can even recognize that we are moving
This is our house of worship. You and your God ain't got nothin on me and mine.
