The lone man watched from a distance to see what he might see

Peering over the ledge and looking down at what was to be

A rainbow dance of ascension down in creature canyon

Out beyond the deep forest of abandoned banyan

The start of dance was when joy needed more than words to say

The modulation of shared perception that caused bodies to sway

Gestures and feet move forward as the urge to drag and stretch

And it began with a few words, a nod, and some music with a catch

It was that idea of delayed tension that brought from the beginning

A need for two or more to share in the cosmic reeling of winning

With all these rites of spontaneous moments of correspondence

It becomes harder and harder to find reasons for despondence

There is in this cumulative force of the primordial rhythm

The common source that is humanity’s most sacred hymn