A Soldier’s Cry – A Poem

The juncture set, with company ready,
While director’s plan, their act and play.
Before breaths fuse, intention masked,
Ever reflecting, the innermost eye,
While souls affiance, in thoughtful mood,
Air so taut, affect, skin deep.
The belly’s knot, expectant,
That recall thought and deed,
of things long past and yet to be perceived.
As hope and dream, resolve its peace,
Before the dance, destiny’s play,
The shout of stillness, a soldier’s cry.