Ancestry, unacknowledged

Dreams of the canyon ledge

startle me awake

remembering the elk

whose heavy life  

collided so forcibly with my own

as to kill.   

And now at a trading post

in Navajo Nation, I cannot sleep

 

My blood knows the story  

of violent, wildish clanking too well.

A knowing that breaks

on a windshield and slumps into

a foggy remembrance  

The warmth of home, 

now lost to her daughter  

 

 

 Studio works in progress  

Studio works in progress