Dance & Sing in the Shower

I might get to folding

my laundry,

do dishes,

pull weeds,

or even organize my office today.

But first,

I must dance and sing in the shower.

I might write a poem,

clean my axolotl’s tank,

take the dogs for a walk,

watch a documentary,

or groom the cats.

But first,

I must dance and sing in the shower.

I might make myself a hearty breakfast,

prepare a cup of hot tea,

only to forget it so it grows cold

while I take a nap

or submit a short story for publishing.

But first,

I must dance and sing in the shower.

For I’m not sure how to feel alive otherwise these days.

Not sure how to praise myself for accomplishing a list of tasks when I’m

only to find myself restless under covers and sheets

by nightfall,

wishing I’d only found a moment for myself

to dance and sing in the shower.

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