dancers dance

dancers dance through a rain soaked yard,
gathering momentum--
their turned-in modern dancer feet
point at the vast vagaries of a growing day

in greeness, all is seen through
the flick-flacking of rain pearls off of irises
staying put for just a complete breath cycle-

then leaping- to make sense of how
the highest order of birds
line up in the garden,

their hidden bird song pushing
the question mark, returning
to an exclamation point...(!)
onto a downy soft soil

no matter what, we keep
surging through just how
previous dramas--pulled out by their roots
dry in the sun

flowers fading after the two week peak
remain pensive, and do implore us
to see the centuries of cycles
repeating themselves

turning towards another
way of expediting a journey,
neither jelled or running away--

a kind of herbal soup
contained in an earthen bowl
left out in the cool may rain

words/photo~kate lamberg (c) '18