All right – so Valentine’s Day is over – but so what?
It’s ALWAYS a good time for a little romance.
Uncle Wilfred’s Dancing
He gets up there at every wedding
dancing by himself
broad of shoulder, with a full cargo of belly-meat
hard as a medicine ball and twice as bouncy
no steps, no real rhythm
just a sort of swaying shimmy shake
that reminds me of temple elephants
trodding patiently down a trail they could only feel in their feet
folks giggle to themselves
and I felt the slow kindle of shame
flame across my cheek
and I look away
he used to dance with my aunt Ella
back before that third stroke counted her down
he couldn’t dance any better then than now
but at least he didn’t look so lonely up there
he dances for life
rehearsing each unrehearsed step
so that he’ll be good and be ready one day
to swing a jig with old lady death.
yours in storytelling,