Dance of Souls

Salty air breathed from crystalline peaks I breathe in And catch a glimpse of the dancing, bowed bodies. They perform a graceful ballet, like arrows shot from an archer’s bow, they leap, breach and roll. Their eyes have seen ages of brine and shifting sands. I wonder if they really are the “Watchers”, like the “Dogon” stories portray them. Did they once have legs instead of fins and can we really be their children? Perhaps that is why they are so quick to help us; Why a child who can not speak can suddenly come to life? He won’t be silenced again after all, he swam with the dolphins. Could it be the magic of the dance that heals? Odd, that they are always there when needed And can transform a stagnating life into a miraculous moment of rebirth!