"Dancing"

The other day, I stopped and watched a man who was dancing. Well, I wouldn't call it dancing...it was more like "moving to an eturnal beat." There was no music. As a matter if fact, there was no sounds. He didn't even look as if he was aware of where he any longer. His arms jerked so frantically, it made me want to help him esape a shark attack. Many times, it looked as if he would tip off his unsteady and surely unsober feet and fall on his face. But I got a strange notion that as long as he was fully able, that he would get right back up and continue to sway to the crazy beat in his head. I wanted to him of the other people staring at him with not such curiously friendly faces such as mine. But he was aware...fully aware...and maybe that's what made him keep going. After a few seconds, I turned away and continued, the little intoxicated mover and shaker getting farther and father behind me with every step. I think of his arms flinging out and punching the air so violently not a sound coming from him as he did. And I think of how many times I thought his grand finale would end with a hard thud to the concrete below. He looked so content and without a care in his world populated by one. I just wonder...what song was he dancing to?