I dance to the music of the night.
The rain finds a drum on the bare ground.
It beats timidly at first,
Then a wild rhythm that I feel in my wrists
And the soles of my feet.
Harder and faster my feet punish the earth,
As the night howls.
When the lightning slices the black
In a frenzy I laugh,
And scream at the thunder,
Whirling and stomping faster and harder.
As deep as the night I am,
As wild as the storm.
- Lamar Review, 1964