I’m dancing around in my mind like this
Because it’s what magicians call misdirection.
I’m pretending to see the blur of my feet
Not the fear in my heart.
I’m grinning and joking around like this
Because it’s what comedians call comedy.
It’s the silly, clownish face, radiating.
Not the sad one beneath.
I’m moving slower and slower like this
Because it’s what mages call meditation.
I see my fear that shivers, hidden away
And move to embrace it.