The music lifted
my body is such a way
that I felt weightless
and barely noticed
weather or worry.
The horizon was wide
and time meant little.
I was so young,
dance was my way
of speaking.
Somewhere along the way,
I forgot to listen
to my own rhythms.
I forgot about music!
Can you imagine?
I’ve been singing
with geometric thoughts
found in skylines
instead of following
patterns of clouds.
I am unsure of the steps,
more so as I get older.
I forget the words too,
but maybe it’s ok
if I make up my own.
The Word Rummager 
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