Dancing by Ray Greenblatt

After a long time
we danced together last night
not agile as we once were
the main aim was touch,
we tried a waltz
and chandeliers glimmered,
the box step suited us fine
the stars whirled by;
as we went to bed
the flag on the Point
was dancing a faster beat,
in the middle of night
I woke to see a silhouette
of branches on the wall
dancing at a slower pace
to say our world was still in sync.