The Dance
by Elizabeth Challinor
A thousand poems
Sprouting in my chest
Words
Images
Swirling together
Stirring my emotions
Which trail should I follow?
No!
Life is cruel enough
With its dark hard choices
Laid out bare and cold
Let
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
