Of Cairns and Kivas
The cairn went together without effort -
each stone calling out to be next
to take a seamless place among the others,
and when they were all in place,
each making their willing sacrifice,
they were one; a monument,
an offering place
.
Surely you noticed
The kiva was another thing entirely -
designed for ancient rituals’
I merely borrowed it for a while.
It was a quiet dark shelter with no corners,
no place for unwelcome spirits to hide -
I re-arranged the fire rocks slightly
and made the prayers rather quickly.
as Mesquite flames began to produce billows of pungent smoke.
As I crawled out to leave,
I watched black smoke spiral high into an azure sky.
Surely the escaping black ribbon could be seen for miles.
Perhaps you were faced in a different direction.
Cairns and kivas -
reminders of my barren inability to cause
even a tiny reaction in the Universe.
Categories:
kiva, angst,
Form: Free verse
My Country Tis Of Thee
My American Heritage.
One old leather boot,and a tennis shoe,a cause celibre.
A belly full of alkaline water in the desert.
Squirting out all of my survival.
Looking closer on the level of the belly of the snake.
NavaJo religion is my profession,
Kiva for three days,listening to ancestors speaking.
Truth it came to me.My Country Tis Of Thee.
Food and water is worth more than gold and silver.
Life is more than a shirt and a pants.
Living in peace and in harmony dance.
Holding on to Jesus never letting go.
Holding on to treason hating my past life.
Letting go of reason in the face of my new future.
Finding love in outer space places.
Embracing myself to have my ewe in my future.
Finding the reasons to die for my religion.
Colors of the flag blend into rainbows,too.
America the beautifull is just me and it is ewe.
Categories:
kiva, imagination, mystery, peace, philosophy,
Form: Free verse