Dances
Resumed
In this soft white room
without edges, I rise
Clouds scatter magenta
mesh with gray and flecks
of fools gold. Push and pull
of your absence crashes
inside my nautilus. Outside
the tide
recedes, captures
algae and a
star fish
I swish against the silk
of your Mongolian tunic
finger frayed threads
On the wall, Rousseau's Tiger
Fighting with a Buffalo
I implore, listen
to bagpipes lament, later
Wings Beneath
my Feet
My own feet begin to move
Concentric circles easing
Salmon sizzles in olive oil
and a tea kettle whistles
A breeze sports through screen
sneaks under my shirt, nipping collarbone
Sea largo infused with andante
fills my chambers
I rise up full staff
to the ages of the ages
a tessera
in this voluptuous mosaic
breathe each breath
Tonight, with stars to guide me,
I find teddy bears' lost eyes, sew them on
remember their birthday names,
refill fluted goblets, mend
tattered umbrellas lost in the East wind
relearn forgotten lyrics, plant willow seeds,
nurse injured white-tailed deer, rebuild
bridges, remap the way home
and slow dance closer
from October, 2001 issue