She danced like the breeze,
like a hunting lioness.
She knew the ways of the wild woman
had been kept from her
and she longed
for spiritual salvation.
In her curving hips she felt the power of the stars.
In her gut she knew that there was more to find.
Life awakening in her bones.
She danced on the dry ground and flowers appeared.
She danced on the graves of her dreams and they arose into the great blue.
She dug her hands into the soil and green bullets cascaded in every direction.
"Come home" she called to all the daughters.
"The water is good. Come dance with me"
