As little meaning in this dance
as in the others he had known, with steps
as if a fawn, confused, unsure which way
to run, stood almost still
in the headlight’s glare. Until he came,
he smiled. For he could
not see her but as a child.
He was one who swam
oceans for a quest,
while, all the while, she dreamed
of fairy-tale formats, and a kind of stage.
When all was done, he’d undoubtedly leave
for fancies he had not yet seen.
One must, however, grab tight and hold.
Perhaps, next time, he would not be so bold,
and in between, for whatever moments
could be caught, there was much to please.