My Swing

I walk loose slow slouched but straight smooth unknown Arms swing On comers avoid eye contact but I smile Hips swing No need to keep my joy contained locked away I share my sidewalk groove Fingers snap offbeat to a passing car’s rhythm Who cares? Birds sing I walk loose carefree Butterflies flit wings I'm not trying to be anyone else not even me No purpose in my stride Not trying to hide No particular place to be right-left-right-left tap-tap- of heels Hair swings I walk loose then pick up speed finding my direction regaining perspective The source of My joy Source of My swing All wait for me