Up and Dance
The radio’s a lifeline
And for hours every day
We flip from blues to classical
But sometimes we will stray.
My husband found a station
Which plays oldies in the morn
And salsa in the afternoon;
You cannot be forlorn
When the music taps that place inside
That makes you up and dance
Despite the fact you’re grounded
In the current circumstance.
So yesterday I cha-cha-ed
Getting on my Latin groove
And with just my spouse to see me,
There were none to disapprove.
While this morning, there was Motown
And some early disco funk
As I pranced through the apartment
With some rare 6 a.m. *****.
To lose oneself to dance is all
The therapy I need,
For joy comes front and center,
Letting agita* recede.
*anxiety, stress or aggravation
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