Forest for the Trees

I could not tell you the amount of time 

the sun

shone on that spot

each day, hidden away

this hidey-hole

the thoughts and fears

of squirrelly ten-year-olds

whose only misgivings

are for the rain



that which we did not expect

as we speak of such sins

never knowing

the words to utter

but let the rain

just fall


Spirit Walk

Talismanic totem

your name stands tall

riding on the shoulders broad

of the great chiefs

who have come before you

gone before your time

robbed of the land

within the circle of

the Great Mother

who has called you home.