For you, as always
We dance at night. Our bare feet pound into the dirt and the dust clouds around our knees. The bonfire glows orange making it look as though we are rising up from a burning earth.
We stomp and shuffle in a circle to a drumbeat that is older than our ancestors. We dance, moved by a force remembered in our bones. Our muscles strain and twitch, our sinews stretched, and skin taut on our frames, beading sweat.
Before there were modern humans, we danced. We dance still. We are an unbroken line of primitive for we are still primitive.
Like our ancestors ancestors we toss back our heads, mouths opened to the sky. We sing out our souls to the stars 'We are here'.
We have been here for centuries. We are still here.
Just me.
