I see the bells around his ankles
barefooted he moves
the lizard tattoo dances on his foot in clouds of dust.
Sweat trickles down his chest
brown hands on the djembe beat his power song
it takes him to the edge.
He knows the strength of man
but keeps a woman's care
he is the gentle one, yet he is warrior.
He breathes the ancient wisdoms
but walks in this world
he is the learned one, yet he is child.
He speaks the language of feathers and stones
and shares his dreamings with them
the leaves write his name.
He flows as a river with the Tao
and knows the strength in weakness
the I Ging whispers his future.
He is father sun
as I am sister moon
Wakan Tanka watches us.
He is pirate brother
as I am pirate sister
Gaia laughs with us.
He pads softly around me
watching me sleep
his presence in the dark warms me.
He sends me the light in the eyes
as he strokes my hair token
I hear him call me.
He is bewildered, I do not answer
though I remember his touch
and his scent of honey and wild cedar.
He is the Puma, as I am,
to each other we taste like home
The Wheel of Time smiles on us.