More than one couple at the Topaz Room this evening May have quarreled on the long drive over in the rain
About whether moving to a drier climate And making new friends will leave them happier.
Still they agree, for this evening at least, That dancing is something they’re willing to try,
Dancing that seems to them like a metaphor For life lived as it should be lived, in couples,
Under the sway of music they both enjoy. For them it may be a distant goal, but one day,
If they keep pretending, and luck is with them, They may feel what the other dancers are feeling now,
Both those favored by luck with the gift Of moving easily to the music and those
Who still have to watch their feet. And among the clumsy, isn’t it partly luck
That some can laugh at their awkwardness While others continue to be embarrassed?
Maybe if luck descends on the quarrelers, They’ll learn at least to regard unanimity
As a virtue wrong for their private commonwealth, Too close for comfort to one-party rule,
To tyranny. Dancing together won’t mean They believe that they’re closing in
On a goal long sought. They’ll be taking their turns Deciding what music has come from afar
To find them here, just where it left them,
Taking one step forward, one step back.