March 25

Fifteen wiggly worms crisscross applesauce sitting on the floor.
Bodies swaying as ocean waves,
          in and out,
                    up and down,
          over and back,
                    around and around.

Uncanny rhythms seep into my brain not fully conscious of
                     movement, but not unaware.
    The tide rolls out once and in twice
And then, full twisting somersaults arise from my stomach
                                                making me want no more…