Putting the garden to sleep and dancing the sun down.
I steal moments of movement
Hungry
Selfish
I savour sounds
I can dance to anything
A neighbour’s generator
A distant truck
Breath in my chest
Birds at dusk
Autumn’s quieting night.
Do you dance?
Do you thieve your time for pleasure?
Do you practice
imperfect
and holy
when you can?
pleasure thief
