Thursday, April 6, 2017

Changing Woman




At one

Time

She found herself among the

Loneliest of speckled clouds,

Hanging by the power of a lightning bolt

To the desert land below that

belonged

To the People, to the O’Odham:

Generations of the Nahuatlaca.


They who had traced her trail,

The echoing footsteps,

Tracks that took

A moon time to appear

And disappear,

Blown back to stardust

By the wind

From the

Sun.


The OrigiNations met,

Formed assembly and adopted

Positions,

Caring for them as if they were

Their own children, which they were.

Particular places where these,

Their children,

Could once again,

Twice,

and then as before,

Emerge reborn –

Eyes clear and

Focused

On the shimmer of her

Sweeping skirt

In departure over the horizon,

Leading the way

Home.



Tupac Enrique Acosta

9/20/02


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