The band is tuning up again;
I hear the subtle thread
of a song I’ve heard many times before,
music that has taken me
over many miles
waltzing in the arms of strangers
friends
and lovers.
Which are you?
I see you standing at the edge
tapping your foot in time
a hand extended
and I am already anticipating
the breathless whirl you’re offering.
Ah, my heart is shameless.
It is dancing ahead
outpacing the rhythm
precessing me across the empty space
eager
foolish
giddy
before we’ve even taken the floor.
RCGA 2010
