THE DANCE
The Truth as she sees it
Is not in the past
A dance that stepped
The Truth is
Dancing and singing
With a chorus
That chants repeatedly
Voices recognized
Sewn into her fabric
Weighing heavy
Yet light enough
She wears voluntarily
The painful cry
The righteous laments
Of generations lost in a game
Respond to the dance
A new step splashed
For ecstasy of movement
Now hers
Undoing the sashes
That bind her to time
written 1999
