A Poem a Day to Millennium 1 September 1999
 

THE RETURN

  Would it not have been easier
          to have let us dance
               the ghost-dance
          in our last lifetime
   Such things are inevitable
          as the falling leaves
               and the sun-set color.
   Around the healing circle
          spinning the uncausing
               of the plague of hurt
          on the souls of all brothers
   Set the stage as needs be or not
          we shall righteous preserve
               for this life is ours
          and we have come to dance.