Dancing Contratiempo in Advent

Before we shimmy to the inn, we tether 
our bodies to an instrument. We warm 
up. We square up to each other & weather 
zeal. More than spins, casineros crave form.

First, we must touch the body of the song. 
We must feel its shape—the conga’s tun tun 
the thrum of the bass, indeed, the whole throng 
of percussion that wants us to commune

with the 4 & 8, to relish each pause. 
When partners wait, they dance contratiempo. 
Stillness in motion slits the path to awe. 
The angels will visit when our tempo