Ecstatic Axis
In an old Turkish city,
a black cloak is worn to be shed,
as dancers align themselves
with the turning world.
Meshing gears move clock hands
to the right, around the face.
The dancer-as-axis spins left
and the ensemble flows right,
spin and counter-spin in balance.
A tall black hat is worn throughout,
a still point within movement.
Arms are lifted
with the right hand palm-up,
receiving grace, and the left hand
palm-down to share what is received.
The long white skirt
lifts and turns,
like vast star-field spirals
that wheel in the black,
and hidden turnings
too fast to see.
The reedy ney,
all fire and longing,
and heartbeat drums
that keep the dancers whirling,
wind down and pause.
Heads bow
in rippling silence
as incense rises.
A man dressed in red
recites Rumi softly.
Bob Rama lived and studied in East Asia for thirteen years, primarily in Japan. His work draws on Japanese aesthetics. He now works as a translator in Ann Arbor, Michigan.
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