Riot and footfall dance to that beat,
Earth’s stage set where hearts can meet.
Ancestral lands invoke your dream-time chant,
Rise and fall ’till your breath is scant.
In your belly and your thighs rips a youthful tide,
Rhythms pick up and your stride’s so wide.
Words too frail fade away forgotten and spent,
Guttural voices rise, soul-body sent.
Day becomes night all heaven’s stars are out,
As above so below, shared with mighty shout.
© David R. Durham