Ghost Dance

Under returning Paha Sapa skies,

Tȟašúŋke Witkó wore a shirt of stars

Painted with the immunity of evening.


Across multiple worlds,

Current histories began to subside.


Once on Harney peak,

I saw all our years

Fall like a single leaf:

The child’s chance of summer and revelation –

An exhausted dance of the sun,

Where all histories collapsed to one.


What is called the beginning and end

Entangle the same moment –

An intricate beadwork of time laid out like space:

Offering recurrent lives to correct eternal mistakes.


Under returning skies,

From the San Francisco Midwinter Fair Carnival,

Wovoka watched a first snowflake fall like a single leave,

And with the immunity of evening,

Knew he had missed the point