The Foreigner's Waltz

The Foreigner’s Waltz ©Pollyana Darrell 2020/06/02 The whisper in my dream bellowed your name- Who you were never mattered before, I never knew you; never saw you-your name an echo You became my mystery! Wonder of wonders! We finally met and A studied artful dance began- A glaring glance A steady stare But never a closer step we dared A sly smile; a naughty nod Both our backs stiff like ramrods. You watched me I watched you Across that crowed, silent space Inviting me to dance- 1 step, 2 steps- Shy reluctance rooted me in my place A yearning to know who lies behind the face The epitome of manly grace. 1 step, 2 steps tremulously taken Head down, arms haplessly outstretched We did the dance-1 step, 2 steps Effortlessly- we learnt the dance- 1 step, 2 steps Tenuously awaiting A swing, a dip, a turn But no…. Only 1 step, 2 steps….then Suddenly, like an apparition you were gone! Flummoxed, flabbergasted Family and friends tried to explain The strange turn of events. My captured bleeding heart contracted, erupted in In pain, in sorrow, in regret Days and nights were counted only by my flailing 1 step, sometimes 2 steps as I regained a steady gait. I watched you gaily dance the full waltz With another-with dips And turns- And swings- And spins- Full of laughter for the foreigner Slowly it dawned on me- Our 1 step-,2 steps were just that! There could be no dips and swings; no spins and turns for You already had a full waltz for the fairly ugly foreigner.