Pagan

Our mothers-
danced under the full moon
singing pagan verse
to the trees, the sky, and the stars.

We know better now
God is our Father,
and lives in the bible
and in heaven
and in our hearts.

But as I travel under the full moon
on a field of white-
alone
and see Coyote,
Ceder,
and feel the frost,
I really can't blame them.

Dance mothers, Dance.