Morning Wind
Vibrating with these brushstrokes of dawn
in these winged Chicadee voices I’ve courted
by tying deerfat to the corner of my tent
in this savanna of snow
the gods walk and fly in great caravans
mask merchants
above and below the ground
antler sages
Bluejay measuring space with cacophony
and fox mothers wrapping their tales and musk
around children taught to play with the moment
year after year
In their prosperous down
the Chicadees dive
and take turns eating as I talk to them
wearing sheep hair knitted around my head and body
like a house of smoke
Morning wind
can you blow these selves to earth?
like leaf after leaf
the sky has grown from a silver branch
in this snow-rising chant
- John Rock 2017
In love with waterfalls, crows, and ecstatic dance, John Rock lives in New Mexico. More writings at johnrockpoetry.com
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