dance on the shore of
a sea illuminated by
the soft light of the moon
reflecting off a pale thicket
of coral and weeds
stretching the extent
of an endless meadow
home to rabbits and
dragonflies, their buzzing
drowning out even the endearing
trill of a songbird up
in the nearest tree, the
sound traveling into
the depths of the dirt farther
than the bones and exhausted
roots of sleeping plants
until it breaks through to the surface
and is met by the blue expanse
of a clear sky
and centered is the eye
of the willing prey,
entranced by the
ceaseless sway of
his spirit.