Float

April is National Poetry Month. I have said it before and I’ll say it again, I am not a very good poet. However, I relish the challenge.

Float

It’s my second favorite dream when

           Dancing.

The rhythm of the music frolics with my feet

            Perfectly.

Lost in the sound, it’s just me and the sashay

           Glowing.

Feet rise above the ground shining bright

             I float.