Fires.

Goldsworthy,  Sugar Maple Leaves, 1987

In the great circle, dancing in

and out of time, you move now

toward your partners, answering

the music suddenly audible to you

that only carried you before

and will carry you again.

When you meet the destined ones

now dancing toward you,

out of your awareness for the time,

we whom you know, others we remember

whom you do not remember, others

forgotten by us all.

When you meet, and hold love

in your arms, regardless of all,

the unknown will dance away from you

toward the horizon of light.

Our names will flutter

on these hills like little fires.

Wendell Berry