Unravelling and weaving, sometimes simultaneously

New Waltz

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


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




before we’ve even taken the floor.

RCGA 2010


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