Tapping

We stood in a circle

And followed along

With the teacher’s instructions.

(I got a few wrong.)

 

As we tapped and we shuffled,

The mirror revealed

Our successes and failures,

With nothing concealed.

 

When the music was added,

We got to pretend

We were up on a stage,

But you’d have to suspend

 

Disbelief for a few of us,

‘Specially me,

For my skills aren’t expert

To any degree.

 

Yet the melody moved us

And all of us found

Such delight in the tapping

And joy in the sound.