On the Dancer From the Dance

Several nights ago, I was reading from Dancer from the Dance in which Malone is questioning his identity--all the boys in Gaydom’s identity. Who were they? What did they stand for? Did any of them care? Could anyone make a difference? And it got me to wondering the same.
Tucson has led me to the answer as both my constant companion and friend as well as my canine reflection. Sometimes, the sun warms the grass in a field, and he turns a somersault and writhes about on the ground, kicking his feet in the air, just enjoying the hell out of himself, covered in leaves and dust and butterflies, and feeling deliciously absurd. I cannot imagine any passersby who could look on him without grinning involuntarily, whatever else might be on their minds previously. I reckon that’s me when I dance--I’m Tucson kicking my feet up in the air, delighting in a patch of light and making folk smile.
Or so I am told.
I do not often venture into poetry, I haven’t the knack, but for some reason, these words came to me in a rush last night in that medium. Here it is. I wonder if any of you agree.

Who am I?

I am the embodiment of Life
I am all things positive, and yet I am tempered by their opposites.
I have felt pain and known death and swam in the waters of sorrow and grief,
and yet, I have come through the trials of fire and darkness and blood and tasted the fresh light of day and rejoiced to feel the sun shining upon my face.
God created Man and gave him Free Will allowing us to choose between two paths; one of light and the other of dark, but neither is fixed, and anyone may step from one path to the other and back again, for nothing is eternal.
Except my vow to remain on the light path.
And though it may become overshadowed and gray, I know there is a purity beneath that veil, and when I step back into the sun, the light will seem just that much brighter.
And I am one whose gift it is to point the way to the brighter path for others who may be walking in shadow or conversely, I remind those walking in the light of the wonder and joy of their choice
I am good.
I am alive.
I am Dance.
Won‘t you join me?