Last night we listened to music
As we prepared for bed
I picked up things, wiped off things,
Put things away .
I watched my steps, being careful with each one.
I recalled my lessons on how to move,
How to be mindful,
How to balance.
I practiced each move with each move
From one end of a room to another.
The music played on.
"What are the words?" my husband asked.
I tried to sing along, realizing I only recognized them, hadn’t memorized them,
Familiar though they were.
The words filled me with strength, for the music was my favorite.
I let go of the counter, the chair, the wall.
I stood straight, knees gently supporting me,
Torso strong and straight.
My head held from above by an invisible string.
The music played on.
I began to move. I moved as I had for years.
I moved as I have not for years.
I lived each step. I loved each move. I covered the floor with my feet,
My heart expanded with each step, each shift, each beat.
I was the Eye in the Sky, looking at myself.
The moments held me in their embrace,
Thrusting me back into the world.
I don’t know how long it will last, or even if it will.
That’s not to matter.
But, I danced last night.
I danced.
I actually danced again.