|The Lovely Dance
February 19, 2012: The Lovely Dance
I wrote this poem and stole this title because of a wonderful memoir of grief and love I have read this weekend.
The Lovely Dance
Five of us fill up the room,
The density of our being.
Stepping lightly forward,
We glide past,
Keep at arm's length
An envious, dismayed quartet.
Ours is a solution pure,
Borne of love, exclusive,
Apparent, yet imperfect.
You and I, holding hands,
Delight in the fluidity
Of our motion, but
Startle at what we've become.
From the two of us came forth
The pirouette figure surveyed.
Still, shared but not shared privacy
Seems selfish even if necessary.
A figure of the younger me
Wonders where I'm supposed to stand:
A place to be seen, but not seen,
A place where I can still feel free.
If that's the you I barely knew across the floor
Yearning for a fading identity,
I do not hear your voice
Through the whispers of the other three.
Two of us in the photo,
Five of us in the staging:
What's done for love, what's lost in love
When the music stops.