Retracing Trails…Nunna Daul Tsuny

February 8, 2008

 

you were a child
on a painted pony
hid with red legends
in the rocks.
Missouri had seen
this before.
smiles changed to dust
trapped in awkward
afternoons
cracked clay hesitation
began your march.  I
wanted to pull you up
sun brown hands
searching my belt
strong legs wrapping
around my own

wanted to tell
you silly things
how our hips would
match up in river birch woods
how we…

as if someone called
for a moment of silence
to honor a nation
I watch you leave
head down
slowly tracing
prints of those before.