this way, through all
my doors
this nomadic woman
who has danced away
from so much before
then changed her dance
and now she calls me
Home. She leaned into me
with all of her stories
and trusted gravity
trusted her sense
of balance, trusted mine
She leaned into me
with all of her hair
that would not be braided
She leaned into me
with all of her faith
that would not be traded
She leaned into me
and asked me to owl dance
and I could not refuse
She asked me to owl dance
and I remembered how
to dance that way, how
to move my body
with her body, dancing
about a specific fire
She danced
this way, inside all
my rooms
and changed their shape
this nomadic woman
who is the last curve
completing
the circle of my life
– Sherman Alexie
