is playing in the background,
while I fold my laundry.
I sway with the music,
swing my husband’s white
shirt back and forth
like a maestro
conducting an orchestra.
Without leaving my chair,
I dip and turn the cloth.
It’s now a lovely waltz gown.
My feet tap to the beat,
one, two, three, one two three.
I’ve never felt so light before.
Gracefully I’m whirling,
whirling across the dance floor.


© by Barbara Eknoian.
Used with the author's permission.