I’ve noticed
trees never hold back
when the wind-music starts
they are compelled to dance
as much as we seem socially bound
to hold back
what will people say?
will they look at me funny
think I’m nutty, maybe insane?
and here the rooted
are thinking
man – if we could run
and jump and spin
like they do
we’d dervish at the drop
of a blown off hat
twirl tango and tap dance
across this laidback world
never stop while
the bone-drumming
rhythm
of being alive
still plays