Happiness

Warm bodies and stretched smiles,
precise steps and reaching arms.
Girls are pinwheels,
Men as branches,
both move in unison like a breeze
continuously moves them across the floor.

I watch with wide eyes
nothing in particular,
but everything at once:
knees, toes, thighs, hips,
necks, eyes, spine, lips,
Each feature placed in unison,
a chorus of movement that fills the room.

Their bodies sing to be a humbling tune,
tell a story that the mouth
cannot shape alone.
I listen intently,
my heart echoing the rhythm of each phrase.

Future days hold the beauty
of my song and my story.