Sacred Waters

Sacred Waters
Tucked between corn fields
and towns with backwards thought
along the Eastern bank
of the dusklit waters

people gather in prayer
as they did before
white man
stole the land
and broke many hearts

a thousand steps behind
the ever changing
sacred circle

rebuilding faith
piece by piece
as tears fall
the drum calls
the people home

and I
see my ancestor
through open walls
casting a cord of lineage
to lead me homeward
through the foothills of today.

I learn to listen to my tears.

                 ©River Urke 2013