are you so tired of poetry? i'm not

if i were

there are lots of ways to dance and
to spin, sometimes it just starts my
feet first then my entire body, i am
spinning no one can see it but it is
happening. i am so glad to be alive,
i am so glad to be loving and loved.
even if i were close to the finish,
even if i were at my final breath, i
would be here to take a stand, bereft
of such admonishments, but for them.

if i were a sufi for sure i would be
one of the spinning kind.
                       
                                  mary oliver