May We Dance

As graceless as mannequins in formal attire,
Not knowing for whom we dress,
We rise formless as smoke to impossible heights,
Entangled in each other’s mess.
 
One dances a rhumba, another a waltz,
Solo, or with partner in hand.
Some spin ‘cross the floor in shoes full of holes,
On scattered handfuls of sand.
I dance on this page since my feet don’t know how.
But we all dance to the tune of an unseen band.
 
May we dance until the final note
May we dance until the end
May we dance until the lights go out
May I dance with you, my friend