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Waves

a pastel by Ethel Mortenson Davis

Waves

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The Dance

by Ethel Mortenson Davis

At sunrise
she began to dance

so that humanness

would seep back
into the earth,
into the lowest
parts of the earth.

She danced for
the murdered
and missing,
the lost and forsaken.

Then,
she danced
all through the night
for the inhumanness

that filled her heart,

for the hatred and lack of love
that had captured her.

She danced and danced
until inhumanity

drained out of her,
out of the farthest parts
of the earth,

until the sun
came back to the world.

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The Answer

by Ethel Mortenson Davis

“I could never
live in a place
where it doesn’t rain
and isn’t green.”

“It’s the same earth
that’s wrapped around
the great lakes,
just farther west
and south.”

“What do you see in it?”

“I see clouds hugging
the tall mountains and not
letting go.

I see the white rose
and purple blossom
existing in the dry land
because they are sacred.

I see the people
come outside and celebrate
with dance
in the eternal circle
when the rains finally
do come.”

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The Dance

a photograph and poem by Ethel Mortenson Davis

There is a dance
the bee makes
when it has found food.
It dances in the hive
with all the other bees
looking on
until each one
understands the dance
and knows where to fly–

unlike the astronauts
who came around
from the dark side
of the moon
and saw (for the first time)
what the earth looked like,
new and bright
and more beautiful
than we could have imagined–
a blue-green jewel
shrouded in white clouds.

They wanted to tell us
the best thing
about going into space
was the earth itself.

They wanted to do
the dance for us,
but we could not
get the sense of it.
We could not imitate
the dance.

The Dance copyright © I Sleep Between the Moons of New Mexico, 2010.

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