Wednesday, March 19, 2008
Noon on Wednesdays: An Ode to Nneka’s Class
Smiling and shimmying stinking and wet
Shiny floor reflects our agile silhouettes
We glide by on tennis-shoed feet
Smooth glass surrounds the slippery beat
Music thumps through the air
Soaks up our sorrows
Erases our cares
Professional dancers strut and stride
And diva housewives display their pride
We move in unison
But each on her own
Though we all fantasize we’re Nneka’s rhythmic clone
Latin beats caress us
Samba fills our hearts
We are a unit of disparate parts
One-two-triple-step
Three-four-cha-cha-cha
Our souls are bared and in the raw
Merengue embraces us
Salsa takes flight
We’re living our dance
Marinating in delight