drums on the boat, we're inside the drum, walls buzzing
in the still dark morning, the throb of welcoming the day
circles are our natural orientation
on the Rock, bundled against the dripping fog and chill breeze
sage burning smoke warming the senses
as we walk to the fire on the Parade Ground
so many gathered at dawn to honor our ancestors
and each other
thanks and giving.
reminds me of the earth spinning, just a rock relying on the sun
thanks for the elements.
simple and and true.