Inspired By M (this poem was inspired by the photography exhibit Miyelo, by artist Viggo Mortensen) How do you know what to expect I surely didn't And walking in I was naive and timid This place was new to me And the whim that had drawn me Made my hand now shake Yet the blurred colors soon removed my awareness And the clean open space seemed even larger I lost the sound of the traffic The click of someone's heels also faded So quiet not even my own subconscious could acknowledge The photographs were out of focus and smeared Yet when I closed my eyes I clearly saw the faces And heard the drums The few drops of Native American blood I possess Came to life with power and pride This photographer froze a moment in time But I can feel the motion I know the moves of this dance Each stomping step Compacts the earth And pushes the steps of past generations Further down Reminding and defining a tradition of praise Feeding and massaging the Great Mother Earth The purpose of this occasion My blood cannot recall The reason lost to the other heritages Combined in me But it calls and comforts me now When chaos is approaching This history almost lost Captured here On one roll of film Return to Poetry Index |