Wake up.

Body calling louder than the laundry
Chop wood, carry water, sweep, fold, dust spider webs
Write this blog, balance the books, mail the bills, tidy

But my body calls and this hour I have set aside to dance
Birds sing outside the window as they nest in the eaves of my house
Cats were howling last night as they mated in the neighbors yard

The rock band that lives across the street was silent
Rain pounded hard enough to wake us from our deep sleep
My body wanted to melt into the sheets like the rain melting into the soil

The sheets are soggy with my sleep and now I pour that soul
Into this keyboard, trying to think of something to say to you this morning
When what I really want to do is dance and move more than my just fingers

And so, I’ll leave you here to imagine this middle aged woman
In a large empty room, music that is almost silence
Standing still, dropping like molasses, spinning like a top, falling, rising, alive

You are doing the small dance with me now, with your eyes on this screen
Darting from side to side, heart beating against your sternum, ribs expanding/contracting
Neurons and chemical thoughts a flood of motion within your skull. It is all a dance.

As you read these words you dance with me. And I will imagine you there, partner, audience
friend, dancing the small dance, falling out of your chair and maybe
letting the rest of you join in