Whoever you are looking in I’m in here
looking out. Do you hear singing?
I want to be nothing more than the spaces
between sounds, as the air is between grass.
Once I was a road where everyone passed.
When I heard the dance first it was over me.
For music I need my hands and my feet.
Let the rest of me join and fill like a smoke.
Let the air be the crows’, to the fish water.
My sign is an ear of good wheat.
The animals come and go. The sea
doesn’t go down forever.
The automobile is a dead beast going the way
of the mammoth. Let it go.
I shall dance through your landscape
back to my beginnings, a thousand years.
We are alone here with the stones.
Dance joyfully for that woman spinning.