Keep Dancing
Half asleep, she stirs and moves
To find the nook where his arm
meets his shoulder.
She knows the way by heart.
He automatically lifts his arm
and makes a space to
Enfold her with familiarity.
She nuzzles her head into this
cozy space
It’s a perfect fit,
A movement polished by 38 years
of
Life together.
Now she rolls over facing away
as he smoothly follows to find
the place behind her.
Like two spoons in a utility tray
Nesting in each other.
Arms wrapped around to
Find special spots of pleasure.
The horizontal dance continues
As they gradually awaken to the
morning’s plans.
Sometimes back to back,
Face to face, side by side,
or spooning.
Laying there, she reflects on
the waxing and
Waning of connection and distance
That embodies their life together.
There doesn’t seem to be
any particular
Rhyme or reason to it.
It’s much too happenstance
to judge as good or bad.
“What matters most”,
she decides,
“is to keep dancing.”
June 2004
Rose Lester
An Anniversary Poem
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