No Matter

We have the St. Vitus' dance, and cannot possibly keep our heads still. - Thoreau

Grab your booombox.

Turn it up all the way.

All that matters is today.

Open your heart's rusted spirit.

Like Nike says, "Just Do It."

Dance.

Prance.

Strut and take a chance.

Like there's no tomorrow.

Even if you have to beg or borrow.

Surely don't have to steal.

When busting a move unfettered and real.

Cut a cloistered rug.

Like an intravenous drug.

Not needing scissors.

Because God always delivers.

Sway.

All frickin' day.

On platform shoes.

Because we've paid life's dues.

Pump your flagrant fist in the air.

Because life doesn't play fair.

But the music always does.

Forgetting what is and what was.

Remembering to shout a soul-shaking,"Woo".

In all that you do.

Strum an eclectic, electric twanger.

Bang on ballistic bongos.

There's always an angel on the case.

To pluck the strings of Heaven's boisterous bass.

Pray the crashing cymbals.

With an army of hymnals.

Limbo.

Like a long-haired bimbo.

How low can you go?

How high can you fly?

Hold onto what shall be.

With a stained-glass, candle-lit, bent knee.

Gyrate.

Pass the collection plate.

With moves that are fresh and never shoddy.

Clothed in faith that's chic and gawdy.

Out of breath, pleading, "Help me somebody."

Boogie oogie woogie and sing.

Everything.

Like nothing matters.

'Cuz guess what?

It doesn't ...

Author's Note

"I believe it is in my nature to dance by virtue of the beat of my heart, the pulse of my blood and the music in my mind." - Robert Fulghum