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AMELIA IN FLIGHT

AMELIA IN FLIGHT

Amelia in this life
you have had wings on your feet

Wings that have taken you skyward in dance

Wings that have taken you away from these
prairies
and wings that have brought you back

In this life Amelia
you have taught so many of us to fly

If you go on to other wings
we must go on to other teachers
and to other students

Each with the gift you have given us

Each with a sacred feather

SACRED DANCE

SACRED DANCE

The Bushmen of the Kalahari
dance all night in a circle
dance a calf-deep trench in the sand

In a circle around the circle
sit those in need of a healing

And because it is a sacred dance
any dancer at any time may step
out of the dance and do the healing
and then return to the dance again

Knowing without knowing
that everyone is a healer sometimes
everyone needs a healing sometimes

You just keep dancing

ROBIN

ROBIN

Robin is a pelican
she flies with perfect grace
swims with perfect grace
moves with perfect grace

Pelicans swim with Robin as a sister
pelicans are very old and wise
they know a pelican
can be a beautiful woman

Humans are not so wise
but there is a way to know
if a beautiful woman is a pelican

Robin is a pelican
when she opens to feed you
you can taste her heart

I AM A PELICAN

I AM A PELICAN

I have flown over the dinosaurs dying
through the ash of the meteors crashing

I have swam in the ice floes melting
I have eaten the first fish walking

I have felt the poles a shifting
in the magnets in my head

I have seen the white man and the red
I have seen the old wives dead

I have felt the pull of the settlers need
and tasted the poisons of their greed

I have heard the earth a groaning
I have felt the earth in pain

I have seen the Rainbow Warriors
dance the vision back again

And I fly and swim and wait
and pray they’re not too late

THE PELICAN PROJECT

THE PELICAN PROJECT

In July 2000 New Dance Horizons in Regina
Saskatchewan put together a presentation for
“Dance and the Child International”

It consisted of dance, song and poetry
performed by about thirty young people
many from Canada’s “First Nations”

I had the privilege of coaching and guiding
them as they wrote their own poems

Following are some poems that I wrote
for samples of metaphor, and for the awe and
respect I felt for their talent and their courage

Also, I was totally star struck by the grace and
beauty of Robin, the director and dance
instructor who goes around quoting Neruda
and holds my disowned love of movement
so wrote poems for and about her as well

DANCING THE DREAMING

DANCING THE DREAMING

Aborigines on an Austin stage
Dancing the dreaming

But something’s wrong

They dance in stage lines not sacred circles
Men and women dancing together
Even though I know that’s not how they did it

My Aussie friend points out that they have
no scars of initiation

Drug store cowboys
in five and dime dream time

The phoniness bothers me for quite a while
They are not really doing the sacred songs
They probably don’t even know the sacred songs

Of course if they did they wouldn’t be singing
them for us

On a Texas stage
in five and dime dream time

And yet there is something happening
below the surface
that starts to pull me in

The didgeree-do is made from a real tree
The circular breathing to blow it is there
strong and free

Something real is rising
Rising up through it all
Something I do not understand
Something they don’t even understand

If you listen real close you can hear it
below and through and beyond it all

Fifty thousand years of DNA singing

BULL DANCERS OF CRETE

BULL DANCERS OF CRETE

Two thousand pounds of power
thunders toward one hundred of slim youth

No picadors to wound and slow
No red caped cowardice to step aside

They meet straight on
Bull head down, youth’s held high

Horns grasped, the head snaps up
in anger and surprise

They flip in beauty over a broad back
Converting and transforming
twenty to one ratio
power into
grace