where i wander
the road is like the sound of female rain
i wander her curved lines
in and out
of reality
of this dimension
Homelands Photo by Venaya Yazzie 2017 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED |
this path is like the sound of mother's voice
it lingers in the veins of my eardrum
softly thundering the hues
of creation.
i am the child of desert flora and sage fauna
i am the color of blue in the bow of rainbow. i am
the daughter of the early dawning mist
that settles
on the shiny surface of sandstone red mesa.
i am manyhogans nomadic clan
of monsoon rains
filling, overflowing in puddles of twilight summer.
my brown feet remember the chaotic trek
to this
world of glittering mountains and portals
leading back to our ancestral memory.
my 21st century blood washes through my blue and purple
veins
but the memory they share with the line of cedar bark
carries songs like the longing of coyote for winter.
Navajoland Portal Photo by Venaya Yazzie 2017 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED |
draws the sand from the crevices of first world
i am the new breath of my matriarchs.
-venaya yazzie-
Posted 9-14-17
by Venaya Yazzie
Original poem by Venaya Yazzie
2017
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED