Name yourself the Lakota way
streams reflecting sunlight
run in your veins,
on your brow.
Go to the forest the Lakota way.
under the the soft-handed canopy
holding you as you
Know this boulder the Lakota way
and you will understand
but glows and glitters
like your bones
that by constant motion joined,
speak your name.
ten ducklings scurried next to their mother
on the grass bank of Tinney Creek.
It’s the time of year for births at the creek
and on the wheel of birth’s
death for all but a few of the ducklings.
Helpless I watched
hoping the crow’s kill was quick
hoping the duckling felt only soft grass and sky
Being human this seems a loss to us
until we arrive at the meal.
This evening in a restaurant a person will order duck
for their dinner.
Talons or forks
the same but
One is choiceless, the other chooses.
For feathers or skin
made of ducks and ducklings
we ought bow in gratitude
Great White Heron Selfie, original photo by Carol Kay, %22selfie22 by Anda Peterson
a Great White Heron
on a log
in the Hillsborough River
in a frame
on your wall
take a picture
of a picture
of a heron
they can hold.