IZABEL SONIA GANZ
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  Sunbeams poured down
      on mesquite and yucca.
  I stumbled on the path
    as a flash of turquoise
  streaked by my feet.

  When I sat on a boulder
    among sagebrush and warm breeze
    he reappeared before me
    etched against a red flat stone.

  Still and uncoiled
    his long tail glowing bluegreen
    his body turquoise studded
    yellow bordering his head
    and lime feet gripping surface.
  His eyes fixed my stare
    my breath paused
    time paused
    for a very long while.

  And then he danced!
    His long body whirled round
    tail whipping fast
    he wheeled again
    and again
    spun once more
    then stopped short
    looking straight into my eyes.

  Immobile, I felt his motion
      that mirrored the one within me
      deep inside my cells
      in my atoms.

  Silent, I listened as he
      soundlessly echoed galaxies
      and replayed nebulae
      unerring in his knowing
      of the moment
        out of time
            beyond space
              past separation.

  Now when I put on his colors
    I wear emblems of honor
  a gift from dancing together
    in forever whirling ballet
      of parallel universes.
 
    September 1997


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