byNora Naranjo-Morse
- Electricity
- down my arm
through this clay
forming into
spirit shapes
- of men
- women
and children
I have seen
somewhere before.Electricity
Folding into this earth- surging upward
as I mix
this mud
like my mother
- as her mother did
with small
brown feet.Creating spirits
- a decision of
joyful play,
transcending expectations
of fear
- failure
or perfection.I smile
- calling invitations
of celebration.
What occurs
in completed form,
bright
- and bold,
is motion
from our mother's skin.
- momentarily satisfied
with my play.
Electricity,
generated from star colors
far from home,
entering
- through my feet
blessing my hands
and opening my heart.
From Mud Woman, Poems from the Clay , University of Arizona Press
© 1992 Nora Naranjo-Morse
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