A Handful of Earth and Water is Offered | A poem

Our last words were about someone you knew

His last words were about the joy of our conversations.

In one year you are gone.

But not gone

Already you are in the water and air

The earth flows through my  hands.

I offer it to you

In this place

In this place

where the natives have gathered

and have offered the water and the earth

to the earth

I pound the drum

I sing

My arms rise

The earth flows from my fingers

I lift water in my hands

to my ancestors.

to my ancestors

to my ancestors

 

 

………………………………jake