Constance Clare Newman – California
Desert Movement Arts Found Poem
Layers of silver and gold
danced deep in a canyon
high above my Native land. Walking the wash,
I love it every time I do it.
Tiny hummingbird sitting on the topmost stem of our Ocotillo.
There is no voice of life louder than sitting in and acknowledging
the stillness of nature.
Dance is breath, sensation, pattern, and connection.
Breeze quivers the leaves,
Soft and open, she rests.
Calling me forth to be enshrouded
with its formlessness
so that I too
may slip between
the realms.