We my because we couldn’t dance, But shuffled along the sidelines Where the second stringers sat. Through seasons after seasons Studying the bright heard wood beneath the feet. Out on the floor, Beneath the suns glow through the windows Or over a lake where the moon watched on moors, Their agile friends and outs made moves beyond belief- like making love we thought And practiced we did in our minds. The moves our limbs could never learn On that dim lit periphery Where time is always out, And our shadows turn around We had our own eternity. To get it right and found in our two tuneless hearts a common beat, A common breath. I think of this Years later as we fold the sheets, Matching seams and corners, Coming closer with each fold Like graceful ballroom dancers, Mindless of our own feet.