after a week of indomitable grey
sinking and shrinking
in a mountain of woes
i subject myself to something
called the joy workout
determined to fake it till i make it
standing before my laptop
in underwear faded as my spirit
i lift my arms gingerly
rousing my blood from slumber
to warm my frozen core
propelled by new orleans bounce
i graduate into awkward bopping
that meets rhythm in its own time
rusted hips melting into fluidity
my orchid of a body swaying
like a hawaiian palm
until i find myself
shaking it off like tay tay
tossing fake confetti into the air
whirling ecstatically like a dervish
how could i have forgotten
the body is designed for joy
manifest by movement
that fate’s wheels keep turning
even behind the fog
that i am exactly on time
for the life that awaits me