I Walk Alone
dusty, well-worn moccasins
travel through mesa shadows,
windblown arroyos,
along dry river beds of delusions
alone with myself.
steam from hot rocks
surround naked skin
attempting to cleanse
the death that follows me;
cleanse my wolf spirit
so that I may run, alive,
breathe in high mountain air,
drink the icy waters of Winter’s streams
roll in fresh fallen snow
and howl in attempts to find you.
but even with all I sweat out,
the regrets,
disappointments
and mistakes,
I cannot cleanse the loneliness.
my jeans,
flannel shirt
and eagle feathered hat
still reek of an unbalanced life.
these days
the sun shines in rainbows,
clouds speak to Grandmother’s moon,
stars sing songs to Turtle,
Blue butterflies make love to daisies
and brother Eagle soars
over Sand Creek,
yet I walk with coyote dreams
astride mesa’s shadows,
kicking up ancient,
desolation dust.
I walk alone.
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This really spoke to me.
I enjoyed the American Indian feel to this poem.
I’m part Cree, so I would 🙂
Favorite line: You cannot cleanse the loneliness, and the sun shines in rainbows, and clouds speak to grandmother moon. This is a wonderful piece of poetry