Oh, how we’ve danced these last two years.
Our first twenty? Merely practice for our waltz
of surviving, fretful tears, hushed and distant goodbyes.
We breathed the same air, now precious and scarce
as our world gasped for more through sobs and jolts.
You bowed then tipped your hat, and I curtsied with
a demure glance again to catch your direction.
Where would our dance lead us?
This same dance of rhythm, two four six eight steps
repeating the melody in a song which grew deeper,
more resonant each day we were blessed to dance.
You are now the one closest to me,
mine who grew closer as our pivots changed to pirouettes.
Our shared precious air, our quiet sky, our shaky dance,
drawing us together in our daily gavotte, our high steps,
our shimmy, our moments of stillness as music swept over us.
You have been the truest partner in our waltz.
This builds in such a meaningful way. I love so much of the phrasing like, “Merely practice for our waltz
of surviving” and “our quiet sky, our shaky dance,”
Thank you. I’m going to tighten this, but I like how some phrases resonated with you. I like these phrases, too, because Steve (my husband) and I still had our challenges despite all our good luck. I continue to process how these past years have affected us.
Wow marriage as waltz, a dance of two willing partners, willing to change styles and directions together if it’s ever going to last.
I LOVE ME THIS POEM.
Great work
Thank you very much! We used to go dancing, took dancing lessons, and even “dance” to theme songs when watching tv (this last being a social distancing practice). Burdens and blessings, we would dance no matter what we had each day.
Very beautiful! The dance of love.
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