I arose today in the early dark --
felt my own animal-soul stirring
the animal I had eaten days ago
stirring within me also.
caught in open water
who’d been fighting current and tide
to make it once again
to where fresh water from the inland river
pours out like an apex of prayers
into the salt sea.
As I gazed out
at the rising light of the salmon-colored dawn
what every Salish hunter has known before me:
in such receiving - obligation
from such feasting - inheritance
through such bodily-merging - a direction-change to one's own swim-line.
every task with which I engage
I must honor the life-trajectory I took from him.
While crazy-sounding to busy white men's ears,
this listening intently to the body has taught me
we store stories
deep within our cells
that churn and course through us
then flow outward to the surface of the skin
and what we choose to feast on
or mindlessly take in
tips the great scales of our life
in ways we can't comprehend.
(c) 2017 / Pure Land Poetry / Frank LaRue Owen (Wandering Stone Lantern) / purelandpoetry.com
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