For Rachel Blakely, upon watching her practicing, alone, with a samurai sword, in "Tribe"



And oh! the serious grace,

The serpentine beauty of her limbs

The smooth strength of her movements ...

The curtain of hair about her shoulders cannot soften the danger that she is.

Oh, Shiva Nataraja,

Cybele,

My cold, cold Lady of the Lake -

Even the rhythms of the gods can be broken by love.