Dancing Again

 

dancing again

It can be any music.
It hums through me in currents,
exacts its rhythm in whatever wants to move,
asserts its melody, flowing up my arms

Reminding me
what I am made of,
how I am made to be the music,
be the music’s form,
thrummed into full aliveness
in the waves of its chords.

©Wendy Mulhern
May 14, 2016

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