A Poem by Dady Chery: The Dance
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.
Those left standing,
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.
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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.
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