Tai Chi

Catching the next wave
I breathe in —
letting it inform me,
take my body elsewhere.

Slowly arms raise
never separate
all things connected.

Centered
steady, yet moving
alive.

Standing still is never still.
Adjustments, undoing
breathing out to the forest
in again to my core.

The air moves
making room
for my arms to take its place
flowing gently
with the nuance of form
which allows it all
to sing.