Courage.
I have it.
I tamped down the irrational anxiety,
screaming at me to stop,
and let the smooth music
glide me across the edges of the dance floor.

I almost chickened out when he saw me.

But I didn't.

I kept walking.

He met my eyes,
and at the same moment,
we slid towards each other,
hands outstretched,
and asked the other to dance.

It was one of the best blues dances
of my life.