Dance blood

I give my feet to the earth,
dance my blood
wet into clumps of sand.
My core melts
into waves
that crack, lightning-hot,
into boulders.
Each long held beat,
beats itself into existence.
Dissonance the only resonance
I can hold,
thumbing it like a wound.

There is an urgency
to the ground
that holds me
in my chaotic whirlings.
It speaks of rhythm and timing
and the choices of man.

Each syncopated shout
throws me deeper into myself.
I am the centre thrown out
into life.
To fight,
to surrender,
to ask,
to question.

To hold nothing but
these feet,
beating a path in
the red-speckled sand.