gypsy dance memory

a muted grey sky kept her sleeping
longer with bed clothes creeping
over head- she'd been oblivious
to the now changing

sky beaming a blue
beret, worn
atop the blackened roof
of a world waking

too soon to be touched
by a sky--changing
while a million blinks of eyes,
hypnogogic--do dream

salvaging the strength
of a northeast wind
keeping the beat of gypsy
souls---dancing

upon the unharvested soil...
alongside a quickened river-
wildflowers blaze benevolent

the stories that dancing feet
unfurl- can never lie
when trust is braided

bronze and copper crafts
one strong matrilineal line:
daring to swing hips in an arc,
shoulders coming full circle,

and the simplicity of chests
blossoming morning glories,
cheering empowerment
for sisters dancing
a river restless

hestia, hekate, helen
how honoring those,
we keep dancing-
holding the light uppermost

how do we say sacred?
with the transparency
of gossamer--whispered
with the lightness of angels

poem/photo~kate lamberg (c) '17