The Dance

I talked to a friend tonight, after teaching my class. It was about a meeting we both had attended that we both did not understand. A dance seemed to have gone on between one side and the other. There were hidden agendas which neither of us could fathom. I thought at the start that we two were of the same mind. but as we discussed and the point was pursued, we found ourselves at odds, and a new dance was begun. The new dance and the old became interwoven till neither of us could determine the position of the other. Old steps were gone over and new steps were tried, complex pirourettes to a new position in which we each hoped to find common ground. In the hopeless entaglement of our feet and agendas we managed to work ourselves back to our starting positions. With the breathless relief that the dance had been saved, not to mention the agenda, we politely bowed to one another and went on to other business.