The graceful ngata dances
peacefully
Like a resting leaf upon a lawn’s
head
She strides with easy poise
Her hips swaying from side to
side
With tantalizing rhythm
Like a veiled pendulum
Beneath her tightly wrapped lesu
That betrays only an impression
Of what her true shape be
Her breasts bounce off her chest
in song
Twin mysteries
Streamers of wisdom
Bedrock of passage
The beginning of life
The beginning of history
Her child sleeps silent on her back
His expression the impression of heaven
At peace in the calmness of her being
Soothed by the rhythm of their oneness
Calm and serene at a casual glance
No telling of the misery of her
life-
The prospects she abandoned for him
Or the beatings she bears for
him
He will grow and leave her one day
She does not deceive herself of it
But this bond
This pure little mesh she carries with him
He will remain hers to keep
And keep she will
©2007
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