Poetry Wednesday #44

Dancing with flour, apparently.  Neat image though.  Creative Commons through Pixabay.

Movement

I want to feel the fluidity of motion in my limbs,

The scrape of muscle against bone,

The pull and stretch of my joints

As my body shifts and flows.

I want to feel the arch of my spine,

The balance of my torso,

The elongation of my arms and legs,

Through my fingers and my toes.

I want to move, to dance, to move.

I want to spin and leap and laugh.

I want to bend and twirl and wobble

And fall.

Because

There's not much worse than not moving at all.