DANCE
© PJ Hayward
New York 2014
I feel the music
that pounding rhythm..
Aahh….
Oh yessss…
The drums… The drums……….
that Latin beat….
that Afro beat….
the throbbing…..pounding…… in the air
through the floor
infecting my feet
like electricity…
it flows like lightning through my body
I am on fire……..
Someone feels my heat and grabs my hand
We are whirling
spinning
swirling
swooping
heads thrown back
with hair flying
lips crying
“Ai ai ai ai!!!!”
Now we are no longer dancing……
we are soaring
we are flaming
we are airborne
yes!
we sear the floor while barely touching it
our torrid bodies winding
around each other
in flight
we are ablaze….
It is ecstasy….
I awake.
I see my well-worn cane
leaning on the nightstand
I see my walker standing in its accustomed place
against my bedroom wall
It was all a dream
A dream of joyful Dance gone by
A dream of rapture known so long ago
When youth and health were mine
LawdyMissClawdy - Life Speaks 
I really enjoyed reading this, thank you very much.
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Thank you so much A. It means so much that you continue to support my writing! I appreciate it. Hope all is well with you ad your family!
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Your dream is so vivid. It is as if you were dancing in real waking life. Thank you so much for posting this.
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Thank you Rose. Yes, one of the most painful sorrows of becoming disabled is no longer being able to dance. Outside of motherhood, dancing has been one of the greatest joys of my life. When you are dancing you are transported to another world and you just become one with the music and the percussion. One of my greatest griefs and sorrows is that I have lost the ability to move with the sounds that used to transform me. I dream of dancing all the time. And I dream of running and walking without my cane. Its probably the only thing that depresses me.
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