Silent Dancer

“…But still man must wait to enter.
This is Soyal, the Blue-masked catsina
With a fiery red antenna, it opens the way to greet all that grows.
Hopis do not forget the germination process”
 From “Soyal”
Robert Boissiere
Meditations With the Hopi

the clay became my flesh

dried onto it
created layers the color of the
cooling earth, the Second Mesa that

Soyal walked.
the gritty soil we were borne to
left in our migrations and returned to –
it is the face of our Cachinas, our souls.

we accept them, claw footed and dancing;
smooth them into our masks.
my eyes will never close,
they are solid and open

at the Fourth Mesa
we know where we have been;
i know where we are going.