…and we danced

Slowly at first, then with

Absolute joyous abandon,

We slid off our shoes;

Hurled them, but gently,

Onto the sparkling slope.

Watched the rain fill them,

Inhabit them, change them.

… and we danced;

Danced like the young gods

Of a purer world;

Danced in the raw spaces between

The not-yet-written truths and rules.

Danced, feeling storm-thunder’s

Pulse-tide rhythms.

Danced while lightning forged

Crackling hot paths through

Our born again frames.