The Drunken Master

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

I feel the force
Of unsteadiness
Lifting me
To make me free.

We depend
So much on gravity
To have a steady
Spree.

The feeling has
A grabbing hold
As I walk, staggering,
Grinning at glee.

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

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

Like magic
I danced mimicking
The king ballerino
Of the street.