To crack the husk of singledom,
I close known roads,
In case one leads away from you
And I stumble up it blind.
And if the tender seed of love
Lying in its casing
Fails to take,
Then I may break.
Softer dances of selfdom
Replace my solo march.
I swirl more gently,
With Grace the Caller.
A caller refers to the person who 'calls' instructions in many traditional dance forms