The concert we attended last night
included an all-ages dance troupe
from little kids to a woman with a walker.
It was moving to see young and old
caught up in a blur of joy.

A friend of mine
says dance is a form of prayer for her.
I get that.
When I move to the rhythm
of a favorite song
and stop worrying
about how I look
or if I’m doing it “right,”
my body pulses
with glee and gratitude,
feeling the music
deep down in my soul.
If you can’t remember
the last time you danced,
you don’t know what you’re missing.