Terpsichorean

Like a dancer,

I step nimbly 

from one world 

to another.

Here, the role of wife, 

mother, grandmother,

that call for heavier, 

stable, steps,

but sometimes, 

swift leaps 

and aerobic agility.

There, I bend, 

to the graceful, 

intricate movements 

of a different, 

creative, place.

I twirl, I swirl, 

I dip, I bob.

Winding, 

Spinning, 

standing tall.

As women, 

we are told

to hold up 

half the sky.

But, 

it is our firm footing,

that keeps us 

in motion.

Previously Published in Wise Owl Literary Magazine, July 2025 https://www.thewiseowl.art/poetry