Jan 142013
On a moonlit night
Over a moonlit water
With open windows . . . we danced
Like shear curtains in the breeze
Then I noticed the yawning camels
Watching us showing off
A communion with spirit
Grace & coordination beyond the norm
Then seeing camels’ faces contorted with pain
Abandonment & isolation
Why did they not rejoice
In our union & celebration
Of life with Dance
As our 1sr language?