Rejoin the Dance

by Mark Burrs

After long stretches of incarceration within cubical world and running the rat race of life, I often find myself feeling divorced from Creation around me.
Rain drops falling
on greening grass
lightning flashing
before thunder crash

Worms are summoned
arcane homage pay
to their unseen gods
of this new spring day

Infused of life
new growth bursts through
a telluric dance
uncelestial retinue

In visage seen
like a voyeur I
disjoint, foreign
from the essence scryed

To step into
springs world pristine
to trespass, intrude
sacred dance serene

How, why and when
dissolution occured
creation and me
it's my visage blurred

Once liked to dance
now lost in a cell
seems pellucidly seen
mortgaged heaven for hell

Can I go back
shed tainted essence
rebirthing of soul
more sensual presence

Onward I think
live new mornings chance
donning new essence
rejoining the dance

Rain drops falling
but this time on me
dancing calenture
rhapsodically free