The Dance

Thrust into full light

expelled from the ancient deep

from the fluid sea

into the vaulting air,

incessant gravity

cacophony of sounds

all foreign

dispatched from the comfort of

maternal rhythms.

Dance so begun

continues

under open skies,

frigid and balmy,

vagaries of storm and wind
marooned forever on the ancient planet.

Dance of morning

dance of night

of sunlight,

of moonscapes,

of dreams.

Into the shimmering vortex

untamed,

unpredictable.

Impaled on time’s

illustrious arrow,

dancers convene

within the matrix of the

theatre of the living.

Dancing to the music of the present

within the shadows caste from

past remembrances

into whatever future awaits.

The dance ephemeral

the time brief,

yet the circle of the dance

embraces all.