Sunday, July 3, 2022

An American Tale



we fill the holes in our head

with pretty little trinkets that

we collected over the years

when on vacation...  some of

them we gave away, some we

threw away, and some we kept

in case we discovered holes

that needed to be filled...  we

bow our heads to the sun god

for providing us with perfect

weather...  we bow our heads

to the night god for giving us

the ability to fall fast asleep...

we try and ignore the food god

because our crops have not been

all that plentiful these last few

years...  and perhaps it is the

rain god to whom we should

be talking as there has been

precious little of it...  we mix

and match our clothes so it will

not seem like we are wearing

the same clothes each weeks but

there is really not much to choose

from, telling ourselves that it is

what it is and pay attention to

something else...  we cook on an

open fire pit and use the forest 

as our toilet, bathing in the clear,

clean water that runs by very 

close to the house...  our house

of clay bricks and sticks has no

lessons to be offered other than

it was all my family ever needed...

I am American and I currently live

on a reservation on the land just

above what was known as Colorado.


20 June 2022

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