Hot summer night
the stars so bright a hand should
be able to pluck them
to adorn a hat or coat.
The creature stirs within
when the nights are warm
the sky clear
and school is over for the year.
Primordial, the beast fanged and clawed
stalking the aorta
rummaging in the stomach region
forcing voices loud as thunderclaps
feet to step and leap
hands to slap and clap.
The creature’s release is in the spin
arms flung wide
head tossed back and eyes closed
for as long as dared.
The spin weaves the brain
away from thought
from words and lessons and
conscious creation.
Around and around
feet propelling the spin,
the creature driven to explode
outwards into the cosmic bang.
The body hits the earth
arms again wide
mind spinning
and the world’s weight
an embrace –
humans have roots too.
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