Dust Dance!

As free filthy feet
dance on the dusty soil
the fine soft sand powder particles
rise together
as warm dust covers their already dusty skin
like a dry film of flour whilst beating in baking, settling on the surfaces
I feel the beat
-the heartbeat!

Most Africans are born with a relentless rhythm running through their veins
-African dust dances with the words that fall over their dry lips
in absolute abandonment!
soul stirring Harmonies from Heaven stir my spirit....

I always watch amazed
as their brightly coloured clothes
don't get dusty
and their white smiles beam whiter than a photo-shopped toothpaste advertisement!
and as I connect to smiling eyes
my heart smiles a brilliant white
-there is a purity in the dusty air
one cannot capture
especially when the songs of rain decide to dance on the sand
mingling with the hard ground
creating clay.
I imagine that I am smelling the scent of a special spice of Heaven
as all my senses applaud
giving a standing ovation to the vibrations of a nation!

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Brenda.ps23©