sunday muse #166

 

when i walk on two legs

i feel nothing

intruder blindfolded

fool of the world  

if i crawl like an ancestor

chest to the ground

feel the earthbeat, make it my own

mother’s love flows in these valleys

swimming in shadows

white sapling and raspberry cover

i am thirsty and to find her

wander the blackjack

follow rockweed paths, follow the clover  

tree moss and columbine

into the cold river

i drink

and sunset explodes the sky

white water catches fire

i see it

feel it

but i trade my language for the soul of a wakan

so i can’t speak it

but for the hair of my neck

and growing glow of my eyes

everything

alive

like mist after rain

stars on frozen snow

bluespruce and sage

the way the redtail lands on a tree limb

and folds his wings

song of the summer reeds  

and the taste of the river

posted for the the sunday muse