Shuffle, shuffle, step, slide
Pivot, pivot, step, slide
They — the characters – know the dance steps and move smoothly around me on this dark floor. I’m a stranger, striving to follow their movements. Sometimes they slide in quickly, and step back out — one, two, gone — while I’m still trying to engage them. They dance in, say their pieces, and dance away again. Just when I think I’m discerning the rhythm the movements –
Pivot, pivot, step, slide
Another group of dancers have taken the floor, and the music has changed.
Time to dance — sorry, write — like crazy, at least one more time.