FireBeat

Drumbeats match my heartbeat as I sit around the huge bonfire. My face is warmed by the orange glow, yet my back prickles with the May Eve chill.

My hands move instinctively on the taut drumhead, keeping time with other drummers and dancers leaping and twirling before me. I would like to stand and join in their joyous frolic, yet I know that in providing a beat I am a part of it, that we are one in mind, body and spirit.

The rhythm reaches a crescendo. All move frantically as sparks explode into the night sky. At last spent.