I was born when my mother left
To dance
Bare in the wilderness.

First hitched breath beneath
A blanket of cicadas
And a choir of two-step

Mother
Beneath a red moon sky
One step, two

Northern star,
Fossilize us, I beg
soaked in this amber light

Let this be my seminary,
My mother my preacher.
Let us go on like this,
Bare and dancing.