remember to dance
a cento for audra
i wonder if all of the names you gave me
are true names?
i was rooted there.
i took a day of rest
to confront the fear of running away.
i repeat the same mistake –
how to account for a thousand years of birth and loss?
i did not want you to escape me.
my form of speech adopted,
each higher or deeper meaning only ashes,
makes me feel naked.
my head is pounding. why?
you sing your songs until
i could inhabit a small, quiet place.
there is glory there.
how do I measure time when
it is the constant of my life.
how do I measure time?
when learning weakness,
sometimes i am dying.
let us stop to remember:
you are shade in the summer heat
and a nesting place in spring.
if it has been a while
since you were reminded
of your power, let me remind you now.
i am also human, but when i say that
i hear you as a mighty wind. know that.
what i mean is: i spent my day steeped in words.
i did not forget: you will certainly be changed,