Dancer, Dancer

"Dancer, Dancer"



Glide across the dancing room,
the body lifts within the boom.


Arch and bow along the light,
dancer, dancer, beaming bright.


Watch the spirit move this way,
then find the music’s healing stay.


The resonant ripple soothes the wound,
a trance-like score is attuned.


See those hands slice glowing air,
as all the lights flicker with a flair.


Turn within the slender line,
follow the song, if you’re so inclined.


Gari Hatch
11-30-2010

The Golden Field

In the winter time when skies are blue,

there in the sage grass, the colors call you.

This spare, still and quiet scene,

where the leafless tree calls you to lean.

Come, come to the golden field,

under a glowing sun that warms the chill.

Between the stems, you lay and wait,

as spates of light weave through this place.

Recline, recline on this ancient land,

cupped inside God’s holy hand.

Gari Hatch

08-18-2010