A Little Dance Floor

We rarely do events at night But dinner went ‘til after 9, So new-found friends convinced us To join in and we could not decline. A trio played - most songs we knew - And people boogied to the beat, Yet even when our friends got up, I watched them, comfy in my seat. Until one song demanded that I get my butt up off the chair And, drawn by my new buddies, Hit the dance floor, shy at being there. But, caught up in the energy And faces lit with pure delight, I found forgotten moves I had And let the rhythm lead me right. A little dance floor on the ship Provided the most perfect stage To reach inside and free some joy I’d hidden from a prior age.