Dancing Her Jig

I don’t know which
surprises me more:
who I was
or
who I’ve become.

The Nancy of Today
has always been with me.
She has sat center stage
with my psyche.
She has also enjoyed
playing a masterful game
of hide-and-seek.

She has skipped,
frolicked,
and darted
throughout my yesteryears.
While she hadn’t fully
introduced herself yet,
unbeknownst to me,
her role was far more significant
than an Alfred Hitchcock
cameo appearance.
The shadow
of her fingerprints
are distinct
when viewing reels
of home movies.

A grand entrance
was never her style.
She infiltrated gradually,
almost indistinguishably,
leisurely taking the reins
to run the show.
Once she shimmied
into the pilot seat,
I was dancing
her jig with glee!

Nancy L. Baskin Michlin, M.Ed., C.H.C
Poem #387
May 30, 2014