The Drunken Master

The feeling of a reflective force like riding the high waves of the sea.

Like magic
I danced mimicking
The king ballerino
Of the street

Boom box
Sending music
To pull the rug
From under my feet.

It's like the force
Of unsteadiness
Lifting me so as
To set me free.

The feeling has
A grabbing hold as
I walked, staggering,
Grinning at glee.

A Sensei caught
In mode at dance
Prancing along
At every chance.