emergence 1963

The sun
the forest
the rock
the waves
and me

eyes salted shut
feeling the waves
under me moving
the earth
and me

hair flying past
my fingertips
pinesap misting
the ledges
and me

breast bared
to the sun
gleaming down
heating the air
and me

the elementals
coming alive
merging melting
into each other
and me

and so it
began; the dance
the beat that
moved the world
and me.