“I don’t dance,”

I told everyone who asked.

“I’m terrible at it.”

So I didn’t.

I sat on the sidelines and watched.

 

I used to dance.

I didn’t question it when my feet

Would tap of their own accord and my body

Would wiggle around with delight.

“I was young and I was stupid.

It was embarrassing.”

 

I’m still young and I’m still stupid.

I’m still terrible at dancing, but

I don’t care anymore.

I do dance

Because we dance to show G-d that we are thankful

For this wonderful life He has given us.

And I am so thankful to be alive,

Gloriously alive,

When I thought I would be dead by 15.