The Dance

The Dance

by Elizabeth Challinor

A thousand poems

Sprouting in my chest



Swirling together

Stirring my emotions

Which trail should I follow?


Life is cruel enough

With its dark hard choices

Laid out bare and cold


The ocean heave inside me

The wind howl

The sun burn

The rain soothe

The mud spread itself shamelessly out

The flowers bloom

The bees hum

The sirens sing

My whole body tingle

In the dance of life 

Elizabeth Challinor