Perhaps I’ll Start to Dance

Perhaps I’ll start to dance again,
or practice yoga now I’ve earned
the time and place to stretch and bend,
the patience that I’ve sorely learned.

I’m in the office once a week.
Perhaps I’ll start to dance again,
at home with time I used to seek –
increase my use of oxygen.

The kids who were my charges when
their parents worked – they’re now in school.
Perhaps I’ll start to dance again
before I dodder, drip or drool.

I’ve learned my way to settle in,
to cultivate a type of zen,
to let the rest of me begin.
Perhaps I’ll start to dance again.

(Quatern)

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