Sunday, February 26, 2012

Mahala knows

Grandmother of many greats.

Sarah Mahala your daughter, 1803.
Mountain settler.

The free kingdom lies
deep within Cahas, the One.
Totero knows.
Mahala knows.

Folds of old stone holding green shoots.
Lands we burned for corn,
Deer running past rabbits, the owl carrying us.

The old men ask me,
Why is woman strong? What does she say?

Totero knows.

No comments: