to music of much earlier decades remains waiting to be
energized with abandon.
The desire to waltz gracefully like Ginger Rogers
to double-tap, tap and spin like Eleanor Powell,
to shake and rattle maracas to rhythmic calypso beat
to sway into soft jazz in a darkened dance hall
all springs to life when the music begins
a service to the joy of my soul.
Intuitive dance steps into my home to
wiggle and wave like a songbird in the shower.
Slippered feet slide carefully on tile or carpet
spinning in slow circles in music’s time
with eyes closed, a smile on my face and music in my heart
“And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane.”
~ attributed to Friedrich Nietzsche
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