My life is most changed by the tango walk,
A dance with only me in harmony with music heard within.
The mysteries of life reveal themselves as I walk outside.
My mind thinks in the language of haiku or tones or smells.
The lightning-struck tree points to the sky with seared center finger.
The upset swallow twitters without use of the Internet.
The warning sound of a deer mistakes me for a wolf.
These answer life's mysteries well. . . until I walk again.