The music plays softly in the background as the pair walk on the floor,
Both a bit nervous, both ready to run out the nearest door.
After all, what did they know about the wonders of life?
They did not realize how difficult it could be, how strange it was
How incomprehensible was the strife.
But they were bold and daring, and looked ahead
Not worrying about the score, the judges,
the crowd’s reaction, the competition, nor the
money to earn their daily bread.
And so hand in hand, they glided together
Minds free of mistakes and frustration
Free of the hard work and tears and sweat
The soul, the heart, the mind
and the other little things that they had to weather.
She starts with a barrida, sweeping him close
symbolically unified and physically united
one motion, one sweep, the legs staying together
He counters with a caida, falling back to support
her strong movements and her passionate sweeps
supporting her whenever she needed it most.
The two do the cangrejo, and sideways stride
the crab, and what a hard shell it was
to penetrate through and learn what was within
to understand her movements and her ideas
and to reason with his responses and reactions
was what led to the final movement:
a close canyengue filled with mutual pride.