Wamakaskan (Lakota - Dirt that Moves)

Dedicated to Wolf and Anna

Wamakaskan
by denny

Here along the water’s edge
Reflections of the aspen,
Birch and jack pine.
The trees seem to sigh.
But of course, it's only the wind
And the cry of a hawk,
Circling high above.

We're not accustomed to silence as music,
Nature's murmurring in the wilderness,
Which is why we live here
To remember something we once knew
And lost to urban forgetfulness.

Here, life seems more complete,
The air, scented with pine
Perhaps, if we all lived as quietly and
Watchfully with nature,
We would hear the voices
Of our ancestors speak to us
And feel less alone in the world.