MIGRATION

 

I’m inside so deep I can’t see

This world is darker then I thought it would be

What happened and who stole the light?

Is that wolf or raven so alone in the night

Trying to find the moon and the sun all at one time?

Tearing through the Western Sky

I am rising up again out of the waters

By a lightening strike but I can’t breath

 

I don’t want to say that I hide away

But when I saw what was coming I tried to shelter them

I am the Megis Shell that guided the Anishinabe so long ago

All around these Great Lakes

But it hurts this pain because I don’t know what I’m looking at

Is that the master piece that once was, or an oil slick I am landing upon?

Am I lost in this spirit place that once was perfect bliss?

Or is this a map with lines on it?

 

Where was your soul when the light grew dim and became the complacent new year

Didn’t you see the ruthless working

Digging down a little deeper bleeding more then what was needed

What is that smell?  And when did the water die?

When was it we were forced to buy what was meant to be free and clean?

Were we expected to protect ourselves from what was rightfully ours

In that age of storms that were ripe to blow

Who forgot about the needed places that had to survive

 

What happened to this my life and these spirits?

I long to disconnect the one that bleeds her

But I don’t know how to make them see what is greed and what is need

From that night sky falling down all around our knees

That she is our mother our ally our healer our life

The seventh fire has arrived

And why don’t I speak their language anymore

I must be lost into a world that has disappeared in a dark stain

That kills anything that is not the same

Where are my people?

Did they fall asleep or did I?

And what is this poison that now envelopes my shell?

Where did life go?

And the spirits of the four directions were the only ones there to answer.

LauraLee K. Harris.

 

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