A dance of Sorts

A dance of Sorts

Come, put your feet here; feel the pebbles dance,
He said, “you can feel the pebbles dance”
A sudden change in fate, a change in form; in pattern,
my feet, never to be forgotten from the stone beneath,
a rhythm, vibration, bouncing at my toes,
The dance of rock pools, plunge pools, rain catchers;
The dance of circles, smooth edges, bowls and thirst quenchers.
A dance so quick and chaotic, erratic and  irrational,
and yet lasting an infinity; hundreds, thousands of years of dance, of stirring,
stirring and stirring the bowl,
until the bowl becomes wider and wider,
no end product, no goal, no final pose,
just constant transformation.

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