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Malcomn Margolin
Heyday Books
Moments
Sage burns in an abalone shell
Smoke spirals to heaven
My thoughts are on a mission
For things to think about
There are many stories to write
But this hummingbird has me on its wings
What happens now will not happen
Again as it is happening
I will not be remembered sitting here
Caught in this cross-fire of solitude
The smoke spiraling to heaven
Will not ascend this way again
Shadows moving across the ground
Have neither tongues nor eyes
Tri-me
I wait for the phone to ring
A call they will come
Bring the new pow-wow drum
They want me to pray over
Near noon the sky is brilliant
The storm that ravaged the last two days
Travels south of the valley
In this small space made into a room
I sit back on the bed
To collect my thoughts:
I live in three worlds
Was raised in three
In a white world
But I’m not white
In a Mexican menagerie
But I’m not from Mexico
In fragmented indigenous ways
That set me in motion many years ago
To revive and keep alive
This is where I feel connected
I am Yaqui/Tarascan
In these three worlds I travel
Have traveled
That I may live
That I may continue to exist
But my spirit sings with the old ones
Seeing there before me
Two hand drums on a plastic shelf
I see what is left of a way of life
Still in silence
I gaze at them
Heartbeats of the people
And from deep within
Like the rush of a snowmelt current
My eyes flood
I look out the window
See a hawk on a telephone pole
The phone rings
I rise
Dry my eyes
Answer Yes
Bring the drum
Guidance
Many elders have crossed over
Their guidance is a deep loss
Some people have held sacred their teachings
Continue to walk in those ways
Teach the young
Help their communities
Give back
Then there are the others
Seeking status, fame, profit
Who pervert the sacred ways
Want everything NOW
Became mystical in their thinking
Their medicine non - existent
A new generation wants to connect
With the Good Red Road the Elders walked
Who will guide them
In the ways of the ancestors?