Blue Vortex twirls,
her cuffs and buttons cutting,
olive trees rustling,
molding soft wind alongside
sprinkled outbursts of rain shower,
hair wrapped, soles untied into horse stances,
craned shoulders-
circling in squares, connecting corners of concrete
drying flowers, thick knotted nets are her serenity.

She reaches, feels, crafts shapes
eyes closed, balancing grogginess,
dim sunlight, dewy
cracking dawn,
the vortex slows, fists thrust side-to-side,
knees joined, palms in unison
rolling heels, loosening twisted hair,
gasping relief,
soles catching one another,
tracing edges of concrete, silence, judgement,
maybe anger.

A child calls,
vortex marches into her structured domain,
knotted matte, springing tulips, spluttering winds,
call her back,
but my neighbor closes temptation
with screens, into
vortexes of routine,
saving tai chi for another morning.