I'm light as air-
flying about the floor
as a mobile mass of limbs
centered around a core-

A friend told me I walk like a dancer,
move like one,
even when there's no music,
for I lead with my rib cage as one whole unit,
taking my center, my core,
and sending that first,
letting the limbs follow along behind.

That's what I'm doing,
now,
in a desperate attempt to keep up
with the best horrible mistake
I've ever made -
asking a Lindy Hopper to dance
when it's a fast song-
but I am joyful,
as is he,
and as are those watching.

That's the point of dance,
n'est pas?