Being My Most Favorite Me
I tap dance through the clouds of doubt
Shaking my body
Throwing my feathered boa in the air
The air laughs
Catching it and running with it
Dropping it in the top of a large oak
That’s that! I say,
So I find my skates.
Skating my truth onto the ice.
The ice cracks.
So I jump off,
Into the arms of my giant cat monster.
Shall we nap? She asks,
Tamping me down with her giant claws.
Who could stop us? I ask.
A joke.
I am flying now.
High above the pond. Being my most favorite me.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019
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