A Daily Dance

A poem about my hair

Photo by Flow Clark on Unsplash

The coiled strands on my head
sometimes like to dance.
They grab ahold of one another
and become inseparable.
They make a ballroom of my scalp
and I’m not always in the mood
for a party.
On those days,
when I’m a reluctant wallflower,
they drag me along,
and surround me with their rhythm
until my feet begin to tap,
and I allow them to charm me
with all their soulful glory.