Sometimes my soul is restless
Because it cannot find itself

Sometimes
Because it cannot touch the divine

But sometimes
Some glorious infrequent times

My soul is only restless
Because it is dancing

Dancing with the bossy red cardinal
Claiming the birdfeeder

Dancing with my 5 year old grandson
Cannonballing into the pool

Dancing with the quiet splash of water
Into our small pond

Dancing with the creak of our chairs
As Woody and I rock on, into the evening

Dancing, even, with the dirges
As the last of Mom’s generation 
And the first of mine
Dies