The Jiggly Goos

One day

I did not feel like dancing.

Still Ivi came, and sat

On the rocking chair

Next to mine.

On the porch, the breeze

Gently nudged the chimes

Into making music

For us to listen to.

"You're not always going to

Feel like dancing" Ivi said.

"No one always feels like dancing.

That's called being alive" Ivi sat back

And looked out at a chipmunk

Close to the edge of the forest.

"Soon the leaves will take a break

From dancing in the wind.

Soon the bears will sleep.

The leaves and bears rest

To protect themselves

From harsh conditions.

And you must do this too" Ivi got up

And picked up the blanket hanging on its chair.

It came over to me and placed the blanket,

Orange and pink,

On my lap.

It returned to its seat and

I asked something I was

Afraid to:

"But will I feel like dancing again?"

Ivi slowly rocked back and forth

And replied:

"Of course you will. Storms always leave.

Bears will come out of their dens,

The leaves will grow again.

And you will dance again,

In your own time.

Take cover, take care, and then

Dance when your storm passes."

I focused my gaze on the clouds

Passing over head.

Fluffy and white,

For a moment the sun

Would hide behind the clouds,

And then it would

Shine again.