Dancing in my Bedroom

I am dancing
in my bedroom.
Not Ballet
Not Modern.
Just Grooving.
The windows
open.
The country Breeze
blowing.
The freedom.
As I dance
I see you through
the window.
Sitting on your
tractor.
Watching me.
Surrounded by cows.
At first , I feel
embarrassed.
Then I wave and
keep grooving.
I am listening
to Tupac..
California.
For a moment
you get off
your tractor
and start dancing.
For a moment
it is the most
liberating
thing I have felt.
I quickly start
laughing.
You start to
laugh and get back on
your tractor.
I just saw Billy Boyd
a farmer dancing in
his fields to Tupac.
does my life get
any better than this?
really?