3:50 - 4:00 - A Ten Minute Poem

We danced that night, under the slate blue moon
With wildness in our eyes,
We swung and plunged and yelled unripe thoughts
And curses to the skies.

We were heathens that night, and we ran for the shore
Feeling the sands between our toes,
We fell and thrashed and carved our names in the mud
And watched the waves crash up in rows.

We flew reckless that day, and we soared through the clouds
And punctured empty airspace at will,
We rolled and we swooped and made cursive words
And exclamations that I remember still.