Hoop Dance
And sometimes they are birthcries, ancient audience, succulent moon and Milky Way, and sometimes they are prayers, jubilant paths, perilous constellations, this spirited, whirling jewelry I must wear, these bride-shy or ruffian hoops, this work-that-must-be-done in beauty, in beauty— Look, my dance is a willingness away from poverty's arrows, all the known hells, a brisk…