I find myself at a confluence of Big Life Events: two years since moving to our cozy condo after The Big Downsize; two months until my son returns from his six-month stint in Ghana — events connected with reference to the following poem.
Suffice it to say, he is much on my mind as we have begun to discuss what music to dance to next June 29th. Another Big Life Event. For all of us!! And we are prepared, having danced and played many rhythms en duet through these past two decades of his growing up.
They lean, one fore, one aft, a
moving frame in simple walk
sway side to side, their steps
acquired through pairing years.
One bends to pull, his partner
shifts. their balance sure,
contact complete –
their steps complex, a turn,
a feint, a helping hand;
their rhythm known
between themselves – no music
tells the when or where; their
watchful coach scans their steps,
hand out to guide
their moving feet,
as one’s hips swivel
subtle ocho, settle, place;
a few slow preparatory breaths;
then the measured
the key of breath, the angled pitch,
bracing hard with all they’ve got
against forces from behind, two men
hoist our baby grand
up stairs to level ground.