03 August 2014

A little dance

It moved. It moved.
The damn thing moved. 
Violent but welcome
A sound understood 
Clattering against the granite. 

Length, wit, banter, turns
Cadence, tap, shoulders, hips
A future oddly, frighteningly in parallel
A dance in two parts from afar

Motion and inaction
Desire yet commitments
A chance thwarted yet sought
Tango across the pond
Waiting isn't skipping the beat

Furtive glances. Silent granite. 
It finally moved. 
Never today, hardly tomorrow.
More dancing. More in step. 
Empty spaces nonetheless. 

Tuesday isn't here 
Can never be
Monday never ended
Thrice thwarted spaces
Timetables ever triumphant.