Selected Poems
Ceremony of Staying
She shuttles the moon, left to right, across the sky
through drapes of clouds and curtains of smoke.
She threads stars through silver apache pearls
to weave a blanket to cover this doorway.
Each moon pass marks a day, another day
in the ceremony of staying.
The hogan fire, red and gold, painted on her body
spirals down her shoulder and around her back.
Flames flicker is reflected on shielded breasts.
She becomes fire with undulations of her hips
arms tangled above her hair, left in a Dine knot.
She, naked, stands between me
and the only way, in and out.
The blanket-door is half folded is open.
You listen to some one when they are naked.
She asks if I wish to stay or go.
She shuttles the moon, back across a broken sky
careful through the halos of sleeping angels.
Our blanket hung down full. The door is closed
Ending another ceremony of staying.
We overflow with a brim-full of answers.
I find myself, at last, in darkness, unsure if I remain inside or out.
through drapes of clouds and curtains of smoke.
She threads stars through silver apache pearls
to weave a blanket to cover this doorway.
Each moon pass marks a day, another day
in the ceremony of staying.
The hogan fire, red and gold, painted on her body
spirals down her shoulder and around her back.
Flames flicker is reflected on shielded breasts.
She becomes fire with undulations of her hips
arms tangled above her hair, left in a Dine knot.
She, naked, stands between me
and the only way, in and out.
The blanket-door is half folded is open.
You listen to some one when they are naked.
She asks if I wish to stay or go.
She shuttles the moon, back across a broken sky
careful through the halos of sleeping angels.
Our blanket hung down full. The door is closed
Ending another ceremony of staying.
We overflow with a brim-full of answers.
I find myself, at last, in darkness, unsure if I remain inside or out.
