The Dancer's Way

I stare at potentials
Wondering which scuffed tile
Will give way beneath my foot
Whether to move at all
Or whether lack of motion
Will be my undoing
It should be easy this calculus
Simple tabulations and curves
Growth and expansion
Piled on Cartesian lines
Yet I hesitate before moving
Dreaming of hopping across
Not with slow careful prodding
But dancing with life's joy
It is those dreams that hold me
Wondering if maybe today
I can find the dancer's way