Un-caged goddess with your hands raised towards the sky,
You dance like a brolga,
Floating white as time, spinning on a whisper of divine unspoken radiance,
a thousand brilliant horses gallop like ghosts out from your heart,
hair black as lightning wild about your billowed skirt,
You whirl and swing and whirl and whirl
your axis  rooted to the earth
You are the soles of Rumi’s sandals,
and yet I see you, yes, I see you,
wafting up to heaven with the lightness of an angel dove.