There are many voices,
so little time,
so much need.

The talking stick is the size
of a crutch carved with coils
spiraling from the ground
into the healing hands
of the woman who holds it
for those unable to find a seat
in the amphitheater.

She wears a necklace of rocks
as big as boulders. The words
that stream from her mouth
are pure as crystals and
evoke huge emotions
from her bent body that is
compressed like an accordion.

Her raw, original and spontaneous
music grows in our ears like exotic
and strangely beautiful flora,
as if roses bloomed in an ocean of meaning.