moon drunk

flames dance
to the steady, rhythmic drum,
first red, then gold, then green,

as disembodied voices
echo through the trees
joining the singers in the circle.

who’s here?
crickets? frogs? dogs?
ghosts watching from the darkness?

dancers writhe in shadows
to Nature’s feral orchestra
lost between here and there

I am perceiver and perceived.
I am the light and shadows.
I am moon drunk.