Thoughts unwind, and there’s dancing.
Freed of what binds, just dancing.

The beat and the rhythm so
Easy to find while dancing.

Skirts swirl, and through breezy air
the music winds while dancing.

Sleeves slip down and uncover
hands intertwined while dancing.

Twirling, one sloughs off all words
said unkind about dancing.

A whirl and a laugh—each step
will remind love for dancing.

The world’s a bustle, yet still
there is time just for dancing.

If not in flesh, then at least
in my mind I am dancing.