It is not what we see but feel

The dance begins

a slow number perhaps?

Something with a 3/4 beat

that filling

the space between our toes

expands ever outward.

Requiring no costume

or feathered plume

just the sound of music.

A gentle shaking

that fills the room

and pushes us to

doorways

under tables.

The shaking of the moment

the dance has begun.