Saturday, February 26, 2011


I forgot the freedom of dance, back in my childhood days.
Then I would dance like no one's business in my living room and in front of my mirror.
Whether it was Jerry Lee Louis, Queen, or Radio Disney.
I had no fear.
No shame.
And it was great.
As I left those days behind
My confidence in my own motion dwindled.
But in the dark,
When the dance floor is crowded and the music is flowing through the very sinews of my bones,
How could I not dance?
How could I not swing my hair and step it out and throw my hands up in the air?!
How could I not?
And I loved every minute of it.

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