The Dancer of Atlanta

[Jet]

Dance# 7: Rio Rio Pt I

There is a place unseen
called Rio Rio, far off the beaten
path where angels fear to tread,
and where mortal men are lead
astray to be emptied of themselves.

I remember the agony of a night in Rio Rio,
a city of bandits and outlaws and thieves and fugitives
and renegades and a dark alley unknown and unseen
in the natural world. It was a short cut, I thought,
to a better life on the other side.

As I walked toward the alley, the soft murmurs
of street life and street lights as I knew them,
faded in that corner and time where nobody
had gone before.

That was then...

and this is long after,

and the time to go back to the alley in an
unseen city where nobody saw what
happened except God.

"Pay attention," God said. "Tonight, I will
begin to show you what happened in Rio Rio,
through my eyes and according to My Divine Will.
Peace be still and remember the color brown
per My instructions. In the end, I will demand an
accounting of that night in Rio Rio."

Now,

Johnny Mathis is playing in the background,
and more than anything I want to be dancing
close with someone than to go back to Rio Rio.