Hoop Dancer

byPaula Gunn Allen
It's hard to enter
circling clockwise and counter
clockwise moving no
regard for time, metrics
irrelevant to this dance
where pain is the prime number
and soft stepping feet
praise water from the skies:

I have seen the face of triumph
the winding line stare down all moves
to desecration: guts not cut from arms,
fingers joined to minds,
together Sky and Water
one dancing         one
circle of a thousand turning lines
beyond the march of gears--
out of time,         out of
time, out
of time.

© 1998 Paula Gunn Allen.     From Life is a Fatal Disease.

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