Tentative steps, unrehearsed, moving awkwardly.
Gaining pace, each other’s grace lends fluidity
Half-remembered forms returning as the music plays,
Confidently stepping forward, trusting each to know the way.
Heading for that vital moment, landing blind in perfect time,
Tempo heating up, the movement coming forth from just one mind,
Drawing closer in the music, risking moves not seen before,
Slow and gentle steps returning, see these strangers own the floor
When the final dance is over, he may think to ask her name
Or may not, perhaps one evening’s all these dancers want to claim
Simple joys, to find a partner who can match us, slow and swift,
For an hour, or for a lifetime, dancing partners are a gift.