Laurens Van Der Post wrote The Mantis Carol,
a tale of synchronicity, wonder
and the truly joyful nature
of an African Bushman far from home.
And at the end of his life
She( I) went to visit him
and because he asked this of her
she proceeded to dance, his dance
the one she’s seen him do throughout his long life.
The Dance of Great Hunger.
A stomping step with a turn
arms spread reaching the cosmos.
She was totally present,
with her back still turned
she heard a strange sound,
” Like the issue of some gust of great wind
thrown at the door with such force
that it passed thin and elongated through the key -hole into
and out of the room.”
And he was gone.
Sometimes only a dance will do.
After the family left
I needed to dance , staff in hand
to move the stuck energy of deep sorrow
and let sway all the emotive feeling felt too tight,
giving voice to the great hunger
giving voice to the old one who knows of suffering
and still smiles.