Dancing Class

They separated us, made us dance
with teachers, all because of
continual arguments.
I said you were wrong,
you said I should follow you.
How could I know
which foot you would use?
You were unpredictable,
deciding on a whim,
whether to step forward
with the right foot
or favour the left.
It was my toe that you stepped on,
I was not amused and told you.
Our one success
the Cha-cha was not enough
to keep us there,
the only place we ever
quarrelled, we felt harmony between us
more important than dancing.
We shall never know
how successful we might have been.

© Jean M. Lewis 2007