In Cleveland at The Wellness Center
this computer seems like a alien object.
Staring, writing, deleting, the gavel pounding ...
words.  I love them and yet... 

Down the hall there is a wooden floored
yoga room, with a mirror on one wall -
side to side, floor to ceiling, 
tall windows on the other.  I told Peter
all it needs is a ballet barre.

I'm going in there to dance.
Tomorrow, I'll write at a coffee shop
about holistic cranial sacral massage
and how healing and heavenly it is -
the world would benefit to know! -
like dancing.