My hair is feeling good today
Moves about my fingers with a sound like rain
Soft like a sigh, they let me breathe
The strands hold no effort, only shine
I bow my head and it slinks to the table
Laughs with a swoosh
And slides on the slab
Quivers with itself

They are arms, extensions
Of my mind
I turn my head and they ready themselves
Pirouetting, gracefully prepared
It falls and hushes across my shoulders
Reptillious and curious, self-entertained

Each movemnt is an earthquake
An electric shock that pulses and jumps
Coiled up length that frames me so
Sit in a new way that I don't know.