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
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
forward
to lead me homeward
through the foothills
of today.
I learn to listen to my
tears.
