you dancers 
your movements
you make heat swirls and infrared zigzags in the air 
and I don’t even need science goggles to see them
your presence here, of all places,
your choice to be here

you dancers
your good efforts
ones that take root
and ones that bounce harshly or uselessly or forlornly 
or not even noticed, off surfaces

your fresh starts, one way or the other
your big breathing

you dancers
your awarenesses
rising, dawning gently one by one as they will
shining upon your brow, your mind, your rolling hips like hills

your awarenesses
flocking, flapping up in dozens as they will
honking through your bones, your muscles, your spine twisting 
in wild migrations

you dancers
all this, all your power
is like an arm raised, with hand cupped
and there goes my heart, lying in the palm

by your movement 
breath 
awareness,
a heart: mine
is held up, cupped

to be showered by sky’s circle dance, to undergo:
star-piercings
moon-bath
rains 
drumming down with rolling silver fingers
wind 
arranging howls all around it, lacing calls all through it

by your movement 
breath 
awareness,
sun is pulled down its path to this place 
to do its showing and showing and showing
in big light in plain sight of your dance

sun drawn here to this ground
by the raised hand of your dance
your dance holding this heart high and it gets shone upon
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this heart gets held up to a wider horizon
and whole world is shown to it
because of
you dancers