with my ears still ringing,
I am thinking about
Dinosaur Jr
and how
I wasn't standing
so close
to the stage
but advanced with every
opportunity.
sliding in
when someone stepped out
to get a soda
or go pee.
I was polite
about it
but still shouldered
my way
closer.
I scowled
at people who pushed
or tried
to get ahead
by forceful means.
I stood my ground
and became a wall
and thought:
"dick!".
but then someone
somewhere
got really in to
the music,
dancing,
and thrashing
and knocked into
someone else
who shoved the dancer
and before I knew it
there was
a pit.
a grinding, merging,
banging, twirling,
dervish
of limbs and sweat.
and no matter
how well anyone
stood their ground
the whole group
was momentarily
thrown off balance
and status
is chaos.
all the thoughts
of protecting
my space
were gone
in an instant.
it was the
ultimate equalizer.
everyone was now
the same
again
and fell into
two categories:
those in the pit
and those around it.
I was around it
and pushed the line
back
when it escaped
it's center.
I thought:
"how nice".
and I went home
with bruises
on the tops
of my feet.