Something given

A universe spinning at the tips
of my fingers just within reach
of today, almost caught up
to where “supposed to” and “wants to”
meet and where blooms are shaped
like fuzzy stars or sugar cookies.

Choosing a measured walk
to give my aches a breather,
wondering where the dancer in me went.

The way time curls
like trees in wind, like a song I keep singing.
I am awake and dreaming.