Thanksgiving

She was here long before I. I was not native to her land. I joined hands in celebration. My every emotion, a feast returned. Aligned in reciprocation. I an inhabitant of her, & She of me. A comfort to the mind, body, and soul. I saw myself in her, Not afraid to separate where land & lake begins. Supporting each other as the sky and stars. I celebrate like a native. I celebrate in all her teachings. She a proud nation & I a piece of her. In hands the color of mud, I call every piece a name familiar of her. Without lies. Without fear to stand up. A fruit fully grown & sprout from the tree. She was here long before I, Not lost neither stolen. I joined her hands and rejoiced Before I knew I could breath.