Dances in Silence

(for Nancy)

You are the dance that has no words and rises
In the spring's own flood to the wind and rain
That sweeps the silence into the noise-worn bone
And raises the laughing of hearts again.

Only there do none dance alone.
The hard breath and wild limbs' sway tells
All the story, and the soul's devises
Rising with the time of far and endless bells.


                                                                                    San Diego
                                                                                    February 21, 2003