I dance
For my feet shall sing
And move me along with the notes,
Toeing the soil our mother holds me
And the tree who has always reached for me
Since I saw her
Seems to also hold the stars in her hands.
I move
Without music playing all I can hear
Are drums relegating my heart
Beating me back into my skin
After days outside of it
Somehow I survive without breathing
Hovering above displaced
Watching myself with the eyes of others
But the drums pulled me back
And the song of my feet gripping the grasses
Weaving themselves into the strands
The hair of our mother she comforts
Us all if we would but listen.
A Burd in Flight 