Linda Anne Wieder
dancing on the weave of grace

please
come into the place
where the fruits are
and it rains


so many mourners can dance now
even as the wicked invader
wilts its host


I will make such use of death
in my way
gathering clouds in spirit's harmony
as I take the persuasive phantom
to the dance of castanets and where
arms can fly wild


still
it may be time to take off my shoes
in the womb of earth's ash
and moan on her flat back


cry   cry out loud
so loud
that mothers' heart break
and then
maybe then they'll know


there's no need to be courteous
in any way


bend ears again and again
and pierce the silence
as the barbarian in finally freed
as I break and break the sacred sound barrier
weeping with this relentless chorus


still
I want to stay
among staggering voices
where poets applaud


it seems it's here somewhere
perhaps in the audacity to be alive
it resides
so silent
almost invisible


I'll reach in relentlessly
to convene with divine reckoning
and create new myth
for the bare souls   remembering
the true melody will always echo
the ages


now said   in a whisper
I'd like to out with the tender shepherd
and take my memories with me