pivot Poetic Asides

 A Bit of Dance, Three Meals a Day

 

A bit of dance, to make my meals,

From stove to sink, I pivot heels,

To fridge to stove and back again,

My socks swirl on linoleum.

And then I hear the whistle sound, and at a glance,

I turn off tea, in one small bound, a bit of dance.

 

Three meals a day, is my routine.

I spin and twirl, a dance machine.

While music sounds within my ears,

I pivot prance throughout the years.

From fridge to stove to table top, I swing and sway,

I whirl and step and pivot hop three meals a day.