We’ve been blessed, this year, with an exceptional amount of warm Spring mornings. The air is fresh, cool breezes blow, birds skim through space graceful and unhurried.
I felt an urge to dance naked on the lawn today, content at least to know I could. Our backyard offers but a bit of privacy, up to a certain point there is a freedom from neighboring eyes or passing cars. Just knowing there is that opportunity is enough for me right now. And too, the chance to dance naked out in space, right here, is a welcome thought as well.
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology
Now if that natural urge were to express itself through some objective correlative in poetry…