I wish I could dance.

I really do. I wish I had the capability to operate my body in a way that made movement into poetry. I have a bit of rhythm, but I certainly do not have any sense of body control that would give anyone the impression that I was a dancer. That’s unfortunate. My daughter, Harper, can dance, and I admire her for that. She has that kind of control of her body. I do not. Harper could have (and still could) dance professionally, but unfortunately, most opportunities like that that exist in North America are for things like the OKC Thundergirls, dancing during timeouts at basketball games. Although, I suppose there might be something fun in that, were it not for the ridiculous outfits that they make them wear.

Where did these thoughts come from, G? you might ask.