Have you no shame
dancing alone together
swaying
on this high desert sand
weaving sundown shadows
into long braids
filled with flowers of orange light.
Stop.
Talk to us.
Tell us why
your thin flesh moves
sensuously
on worn-out old bones,
why your
wrinkled lips
still smile
laughing out loud,
why your twirling arms
cast off memories
to the open sky.
Tell us why your silent feet
whirl white dust
and why your hands stretch out
as if to hold
everything.
Please,
your closed eyes,
tell us what they see.
Please,
your silent song,
sing it to us.
We want to know
what you hear on the wind.
But you only move faster
faster
shoulders dip
hips
heads
hearts
pulse in time
to an endless drum
again
again
again,
and then you slow
stop
and
speak…
'We have no shame
for we have loved,
and now
when we look,
we see,
when we listen,
we hear,
and when
we dance to
the rhythm
of the world,
we all shout
Yes!