We Danced the Macarena

One, two, over, over
Most of us were sober conscripts
as we gathered near the DJ
kindling coals cooled for a decade
falling in by rank and file

Elbow, elbow, shoulder, shoulder
Music starts, we fall together
all for one for one more dance
laser glances beam the distance
taking cues from one another

Waist, waist, hip, hip
One more cheer for Navy, boys
grown to men while separated
launched like graduation covers
from our four-year Severn sojourn

Roll, roll, turn together
Fourteen falls from when we traded
podunk towns for new relations
now I’ve come to know who I am
I salute who you’ve become.

Bo Gordy-Stith © 1996