THE DANCE

 

He could feel it coming

The deer jerking up her head

Looking directly, but askance

While continuing to chew slowly

 

It was that type of awareness

It had been approaching for a long time

Watching

While he fell in love

 

Again and again

Knowing he knew

He needed to be alone

For this dance

 

He had been preparing for a long time

While listening to hollow words

Noting beautiful faces

Ducking to catch the eyes

 

While the cards

Continue to slide out onto the table

With one hand

He moves his chips together

 

The other smooths his coat

His mind listening

To something afar

Coming quickly now

 

The dancer stands poised

In the shadows

Silence and stillness

Embraced by self

 

Waiting for the words

“It is time”

The curtain rolls back

A flood of lights

 

A myriad of blank faces

Hearing she begins to move

Time is gone

It is here

 

All that remains

Is the dance