Enjoying An Evening Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Jumping and grooving to rhythms of my beginnings, lifting
my spirits and never feeling forlorn when with music close
to my mind.

Notes enticing intellect, never wavering from their only
tones, forging into the darkness, watching the band moving
and playing their instruments, having a good time.

Standing on edges of the dance floor, reaping benefits of
a glorious evening being spent with friends and family,
being alone in moments when writing as usual.

Talking and joking around when not writing, people loving,
understanding and letting me be myself in the midst of my
birthday party.

Great people, every one of them, leaving me to write while
they get up and dance, doing their own thing also, an ex-
uberant way to enjoy an evening with people I love.