Of all the things to miss during this seemingly endless pandemic, dancing alongside other dancers is high on my list. Rita Dove offers a glimpse of that in this week’s poem. I remember reading about how after their house burned down, when they were literally combing through the ashes of their former life, she and her husband went out and danced. This poem offers dance as a reprieve from grief to which I’d add, right now, grief personal and grief communal.
Here’s a delightful video of Rita Dove and her husband dancing.
“one man and
one woman,
rib to rib,
with no heartbreak in sight”
