This Dance: A Poultice of Poems

December 4, 2012

I remember the moment Jewel burst into my vision,
Liquid motion, raw passion, revolutionary leaps of consciousness
held together in a faded leotard.
The bones of her story hung in space like skinny revelations
whispered in quivering muscles.
I witnessed her transformation from a girl to a woman,
from lover to mother, from student to teacher,
from an abused child to a wounded healer
and all the while I could not separate
her feet from her mouth,
her pain from her beauty, her freckles from her wisdom.
In her surrender, I have seen God with my own ears.

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