harvest prayer.

I take steps with these feet that hold me,
with these feet that anchor me to the green grass when I say thank you
with a dance.
my arms slide across themselves, beginning the
gratitude.
before I know it has begun, it has begun.
I am in the dancing.

I hear the hush and
the crackle of fire,
my toes dig deep into mud and I am carried by the breeze.

I fall, stretch and turn.
I hold intangible whispers, thankyouthankyouthankyou
words form in my lips but they are forgotten as soon as they are spoken.
they are only for you
not for me,
not for us.
gestural prayers only for you.

my strength precedes me.
I am held.
I am taut.
I am shivering and shaking
and crying in my heart and skin.

I am moved through and
ushered like smoke
around and around and
through and through.

I hear the hush of wind
and the language of fire,
my fingers dig deep into the air and I am
danced by the gratitude.