Emerging from a chronic lassitude
appareled seven months as creeping age,
I danced this morning vibrantly, imbued
with brimming energy, my rug a stage
for showing me myself in my own light.
I stretched my arms and neck. I raised each knee
and kicked my leg until my foot was quite
as high and energized as rising me.

A little ill for all too long, I thought
it signified another downward phase,
another fee I’d pay for added time.
A few things happened recently that brought
to me vitality. Now days amaze
and hearten me about my own decline.