Returning to Dance after Years Away
The counterclockwise churn of the milonga's revolving door ¡Volver! After years away... Tonight she again enters at tango's door, A waterfall of sounds, a tango pours Out millions of moments before her eyes. Tango may be latent, but would never die. It burns still inside her. As she sits to hear As D'Arienzo brings her back to the years... When dance was a way of being And being a way of dance. When eyes closed, a way of seeing, And seeing, a way of trance. ¡Volver! It echoed in her soul. ¡Volver! ¡Volver! It echoes in my soul. ¡Volver! Her years of tango-silence are broken With her nod to my request unspoken To dance again what once so moved her. Strange that I, too, fought off tango's lure. I had better things to do, I said. "Don't return To that wooden path's counterclockwise churn! I'm tired of having nothing but dance to live for!" Yet, soon I, too, am again at a milonga's door, And I,