We stamped a rain dance in circles 
recited nonsense chants  
we just liked the sounds of the words 
lifted our arms to the accumulating clouds 
wore paper headpieces decorated for the occasion 
lifted our faces to the rain  
It was something to pass the time 
we were just playing 

Sometimes, in the in between hours 
when daylight colors have settled in their rocking chairs 
rocking to the rhythm of crickets 
I remember the old dances 
I can hum the old songs 
I remember what was sacred