Now you have awakened
In another place
What will you sing in your sweet voice
The Cheyenne horses you are following
Taking you home….
Your form made of eternity and silent rain…
We carry you with us
You are a part
Of our belongings….
For my brother
John William west
Kit fox clan
Cheyenne nation of oklahoma
Scenting the small deepening in the leaves
Arrived from the lighted rivers
Where at their banks winter prepares its messengers….
This is the day of absences
The day of singing….
Where the dead and the living
Are inside us….
Tsistsistas name for winter hawk
From the photo of my sister barbara bartlett
Who ainoh visited for two days in queens ny.
In here the wind pushes against its memory
The dark trees listening
Where a psalm of witness hides….
Awakening in early morning
Something broken in the river
Where a lone bird
sound of an open hand moving across a
dusty brown table…
lonely words seeking shelter
While all the shelters are burning….
from the stronghold
In this dreamless autumn
dark birds unknown to me form
Their ancient pattern toward some summer place
Found this small path and a prayer
Floating in a rain pool
Where the full moon will find it
And they will listen together
To the sorrow….
Psalm for us
On the Lesina plains
October 1 20
Bring us to a place where we look back
And know we can never return....
While the sky rains voices
Of those who are falling dancing in the
Colors of the lost....
We stand where children sang
Their small footprints
poem of farewells
It is a long journey
It is the world’s dream of us
The footprints that have led away are our own
We watched them leaving
In the silences that have taught us to be still
While the wind howled…..
It is not itself
We sit in its dampened rooms
Born so far away from ourselves
Looking back over our winged shoulders
Where the long journey began….
Painting with words
For Paul klee
From the stronghold