Prayer

I am acquainted with trauma,

And under this quiet, dark night sky,

I also understand that

There is a world

Of bravery, the beauty of

The unknowing knowing of 

Resistance, the stance that says

You can't do this anymore. 

It's not just the global, 

The beautiful stand on

Northern plains, and beyond, far

Out there those 

Waterways, the 

Far archipelagoes,

Far fjords, the

Far cry to world,

Far plea, 

It's also

Echoing grievances, 

Ancient things we hardly

Can find the words for,

Slights, and all that terrible

Bullying, 

And in the primal logic 

Here it all returns

To make a local stand.

We are human family,

We thrive, grieve,

We struggle and 

Are we,

Are we

Turning a corner?

I think, and I let go 

The weeping prayer, and

I cry out, please,

Yes.

Mni Wiconi