Indian Market, Santa Fe, <br />early morning rain, still <br />damp, all the tribes <br />gather, clouds gather, <br /> <br />light gathers, thunder gathers- <br />in the plaza CLAN-destine <br />plays Native rock and roll- <br />an eagle dancer spreads his <br /> <br />wings, wide open, eyes closed, <br />sweating in the noon sun, he swoops, <br />he staggers- the 2-year-old boy <br />dances with him, he SEES the eagle <br /> <br />dancing dancing dancing flying- <br />he reaches out to a young Indian <br />woman, she SEES the eagle dancer, <br />joins him, turning, twirling, holding <br /> <br />him up, the 2-year-old boy <br />dances at their feet, gazing up <br />at eagles, gathering clouds- <br />not once do his protective sisters, <br /> <br />mother, fear he'll be harmed, letting <br />him dance with eagle dancer, young <br />eagle woman (his daughter sister, lover, <br /> mother) until the cops come to take <br /> <br />him away, drunken Indian, they <br />didn't SEE the sacred Eagle Dancer <br />flying through his clouds, Eagle Woman <br />at his side. That night the streets in <br /> <br />Santa Fe were raging <br />rivers, lightning piercing sky, <br />over and over, how he danced <br />us, the world, new. <br /> <br /> <br />August 21,2004, Santa Fe Plaza <br /> <br /> <br />Into the Mayan Sixth Sun/World, the Pueblo Fifth Sun/World.<br /><br />Alma Luz Villanueva<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/eagle-dancer/
