A 70-year-old cowboy,
Hat on his head,
A great beer belly
Hanging over his belt
Starts to move when the music starts.

Far removed from the hunky
Adonis that high school girls
Once swooned over.
But when the music starts,
A glorious natural rhythm
From deep in his bones emerges.

Eyes closed, he dances.
His shoulders and hips sway
Without inhibition,
In a universe to which
I have never been.
With a grace I could not muster
In a millennium.

Music in my mind,
But never my body,
Watch with envy
This bear of a man
With such grace.