A Little Dance Floor

We rarely do events at night

But dinner went ‘til after 9,

So new-found friends convinced us

To join in and we could not decline.

A trio played - most songs we knew -

And people boogied to the beat,

Yet even when our friends got up,

I watched them, comfy in my seat.

Until one song demanded that

I get my butt up off the chair

And, drawn by my new buddies,

Hit the dance floor, shy at being there.

But, caught up in the energy

And faces lit with pure delight,

I found forgotten moves I had

And let the rhythm lead me right.

A little dance floor on the ship 

Provided the most perfect stage 

To reach inside and free some joy

I’d hidden from a prior age.