April: National Read a Road Map Week
Maybe "road" songs: On the Road Again, Country Roads
MY BELIEVING BONES
Swung by the rhythms of a Yes and No,
Between the living and the dead I go.
The dance is in my bones; and though I see
That every dancing bone will cease to be,
I will believe my bones and learn to trust
My living and my dying… for I must.
Coming and going by the dance, I see
That what I am not is part of me.
Dancing is all that I can ever trust;
The dance is all I am, the rest is dust.
I will believe my bones and live by what
Will go on dancing when my bones are not.