It makes me feel so disjointed
to be without a dance partner
Like having something to say: a wonderful conversation in mind
but
There is no answer to my call, no question for my response
Alone, I own less than half of the beginning
no-one to press back against my hand
lonely, only able to speak the first greeting
and be met with silent surrounding land
no floor for my feet to slide across spinning
uncreative, uninteractive I feel without
a dance partner to set me turning
though I know both the girl’s part and the lead’s routes
Alone, I own only half of two beginnings
Surrounded by dancers who do not speak this dance
I cannot show off without a lead to frame my abandoned spinnings
I miss the curve of dips –I miss this dance
I am not alone a dancer; alone I own not that elation
where will I find someone to dance the other side?
neither side dances in isolation
I can speak either side, back and forth, without the moon, as the tide
Will you match this conversation?
Author notes
Summer, stranded.
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