A Dancing Dream
by Nicole Taylor

Janet smiles and lumbers forward.

Cheryl downstairs usually walks steps
forth, body straight, and stomps
loudly.

Janet leans right, left. We follow
simultaneously. Arms and feet stay,
remain forward. Drum beats fill
the dance room.

Cheryl sometimes listens to loud music
or radio sermons.

Her front apartment door shuts loudly. I
awake ignoring neighbor’s loud music
and footsteps.

Footsteps and Janet’s wheelchair
were in my dance dream.

Later I was weeding, cutting, sweeping,
I was dancing outside with rake and broom.