Each Morning

Each morning

As the sun peels over

The back garden hedge

Warming grass

Beneath bare feet...

I dance.

And as I dance,

If I shut my eyes tight,

I travel down that tunnel of time

Where tomorrows and yesterdays

Pixelate into nothing

Leaving only

Now.

As salsa turns to drum 'n' bass

I laugh and whoop,

A messy knot of arms and legs

And joy and love,

Thanking my body for letting me do

Just 

This.

Then the music stops

And in that comma of a moment

We call silence

Before the rest of the day

Holds its arms out to me,

My body gives its reply:

'Thank you for your thank you,'

It whispers,

'Thank you.'

Poem by Chris Rainbow