beige skirts

the women pulled beige skirts
from the pile on the floor
and robed them to their waist
they raised their legs and swayed in arcs
in chatty postulation
feet, padding on the wood floor
the men beat their chests
and galloped in the dark
feigning war and blue heroics

they move together in the way
of starry pre-dawn figures
where we all held hands, and
danced with forgiveness
knowing something of truth and kindness
our love burned
in rows of swaying wheat
fields of ancient youth
planting seeds
taking fruit
climbing by the coastline
watching the green sea churn / forever