The Starlight Ballroom

Today has been hard
Low energy and leg spasms
Thwarting every endeavor, even sleep.
A dirge

So I wake my husband
To lift me into my wheelchair
I'm discouraged, downhearted, pissed.
Rap on, with fury!

Writing rises before me, a task unfinished
Ignored when daughter and grandson
Provided easy outs.
The blues.

Early summer warms
The four AM night balmy
Quiet dark sooths my soul
Easy listening.

But running up and down fails until
I look up. The moon set hours ago
Stars splash over the matte sky.
Rock on!

New view, less me
God is in his heaven
My earthbound heaviness lifts.
Hymns of praise.

Rolling silently into the trees
Branches still bare from winter's freeze
Stars deck them elegantly.
Orchestral sweeps.

Head back, I trace circles in the dirt
Fast, wind in my face
Spinning and pirouetting lifts me up.
Que ballroom strains.