Each mortal thing does one thing and the same:
Deals out that being indoors each one dwells;
Selves - goes itself; myself it speaks and spells,
Crying "What I do is me: for that I came."
Friday, May 18, 2007
I am drifting mist shrouding sacred souls condensing cool on rounded rocks, a blanket for embracing moss
hazy fingers who in grasping for the twisted trees plummet instead to churning waters merging my sorrows' songs with loons’ soft and haunting melodies
I am the dying shattered tree my red heart laid open, my decay - now marrow for our mother earth
the musky redolence in damp disintegrating leaves, my grave - a witness forever to the silhouettes of passing lives
I am footfalls barely heard between heartbeats - felt scarcely behind you on the leaf strewn path
dancing in the mist of a waterfall who carved my stone face within each teardrop
I am all of these
I am the questions you dare not ask
your face - that you do not see
I am your dead I am forever.
Dedicated to: The Illinois.
Seeking revenge for a tribal murder the Potawatomi paddled down river to attack the Illinois. The Illinois sought refuge on top of a high rock. They climbed up to the summit of the rock hoping that the Potawatomi would by-pass them on their way southward. Unfortunately, the plan backfired and the Potawatomi surrounded the base. As the Illinois tried to get water by lowering buckets with rope the Potawatomi would cut the ropes or shatter the buckets with their arrows. They also climbed up on top of Devil's Nose and showered them with arrows. As the Illinois grew more desperate, some tried sneaking down, but they were murdered. The rest that were left on top, starved. Since then, the rock has been known as "Starved Rock."