Wave Riding Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Riding waves of excited rhythms, flouncing across the
floor hand in hand.

Bouncing through rhythms with light hearts and burning
fervor for life at this particular moment in time.

Returning constantly for flexible exercise, passing
years away, pocketing them in memories stashed in coats
in back of the closet, awaiting reformed thoughts in
future poems.

Silently, stealthily, moving forward onto familiar turf.

Suffocating no longer, free to move about on eternal
shores of yesterday.