The dance

A bond.
A billion pieces whirl
in the boiling soup.
Lucky combinations collide,
with time.
A molecule.
Life stirs,
floats ever higher,
dances.

Gasp.
Oxygen is death,
breath,
a flower’s petals.
Limbs step onto land
to dance.

Darkness.
The lizard lords collapse.
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the newborns,
reach to the skies.
Lemurs watch
a congruence of the cranes
spiral joyfully overhead.

A chimpanzee.

Who will escape our cooling sun
so life may throw its wildest dance?

There is no secret.
No mystery.
Life strives to live.
The dance is all.

Source: Haiti Chery | Image story

Dady Chery is a journalist, playwright, essayist and poet, who writes in English, French and her native Creole. She is the Editor of Haiti Chery.