Birds and Beads

Some mornings its just like this
Laughing, dancing, singing,
My morning Yoga
(well, some call that a stretch, how dare they!)

I take a long time
Choosing the beads today

Red and heavy
Like a lover's kiss on my neck
Yellow and long-
A cheap shot but cheerful
Shells bland, not enough colour
Though earthy

Its my own tribal dance
With birds and the beads
All the right trinklets
A rainbow
And mud on my face
An initiation
A Welcome
A birthing of me
How it could have been done
How it should have been done
It is finally being done.