Hot springs, teepees, snow in springtime, dancing, and becoming slightly unhinged in Saratoga, Wyoming. Love this poem ~ for my girlfriends....
This Dance - by Jewel Mathieson
We have come to be danced
Not the
pretty dance
Not the pretty pretty, pick me, pick me dance
But the claw
our way back into the belly
Of the sacred, sensual animal dance
The
unhinged, unplugged, cat is out of its box dance
The holding the precious
moment in the palms
of our hands and feet dance.
We have come to be
danced
Not the jiffy booby, shake your booty for him dance
But the wring
the sadness from our skin dance
The blow the chip off our shoulder
dance.
The slap the apology from our posture dance.
We have come
to be danced
Not the monkey see, monkey do dance
One two dance like
you
One two three, dance like me dance
But the grave robber, tomb
stalker
Tearing scabs and scars open dance
The rub the rhythm raw against
our soul dance.
We have come to be danced
Not the nice, invisible,
self-conscious shuffle
But the matted hair flying, voodoo mama
Shaman
shaking ancient bones dance
The strip us from our casings, return our
wings
Sharpen our claws and tongues dance
The shed dead cells and slip
into
The luminous skin of love dance.
We have come to be danced
Not
the hold our breath and wallow in the shallow end of the floor dance
But the
meeting of the trinity: the body, breath and beat dance
The shout hallelujah
from the top of our thighs dance
The mother may I? Yes
you may take ten
giant leaps dance
The olly olly oxen free free free dance
The everyone can
come to our heaven dance.
We have come to be danced
Where the kingdoms
collide
In the cathedral of flesh
To burn back into the light
To
unravel, to play, to fly, to pray
To root in skin sanctuary
We have come
to be danced!
We have come.