The Rain Dancers

Around and around,
In a circle they dance.
Their soft solitude stirring the air--
The power slowing dripping,
Dripping from the palms of their hands.
Blurred little dancers,
Seemingly, neither here nor there--
A Secret.

The Rain Dancers

Their feet were nearly invisible, moving quickly beneath them and cutting through grass like little knives.  A worn trench had developed to mark their circle, and as the sky rose and fell, the trench began to fill. Shimmering blue water beneath their tiny green legs swished and swirled--kicked upward as though it could return to the sky. I could barely focus on them--beautiful pixies, invisible, magical and fascinating. Teetering between their world and mine, perhaps I was not quite worthy to see...