simple,
the ordinary, the commonplace and seeing magic in it.
Youâd make that journey anytime and the wonder of it lies
in bringing others with you, sharing it, offering it to other
travellers lost without a light. So you stand looking upward
at the sky together then, the awe you feel in bringing energy
together, the sacred circle of you, joined by an everyday glory
you only need to breathe to recognize, to haul into you to
join, to hold in your chest like a wish that frees you. Great
wheel, spin, spin.
Nets
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you stand on the shore
of the Winnipeg River
and watch the old men smoking
laughing and mending nets
their hands moving
almost by themselves
and when they look up
and see you there
they smile
their hands continuing
the dance theyâve learned
by touch
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this is what it means
to be Indian, you say, Ojibway
the effortless, almost mindless
mending of the nets
we cast across
the currents of time
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See them dance
against the slow
and even movement of the sky
so that to the eye
colours shift against
the grass and the drum
and the rattle of elk teeth
the swish of shawl, and the clatter
of bells on leggings becoming
the smile on young kidsâ faces
and the wistful grins of the old ones
sitting back in wheelchairs now
wishing they might dance again
to join the whirling, swirling, stomping, glee
of this great wheel of regalia danced
so that energies might become a blessing
and a prayer bestowed upon this sacred earth
where a simple song sung with drums
sends waves of light across
the universe to that spiritual place
where we all began our journeys
toward this place
where it all comes together
like a vision that travels in
a circle of prayer
to encircle all who
come
here
now
Trickster Dream
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Crow came to my room last night
dressed in a checkered western shirt
and boots and jeans too tight in the rump
so that he squawked soprano
and groused vociferously
about the lack of a proper avian line
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heâs hip to things like that
Crow gets around, you know
him and Coyote, well
theyâve been known to carouse
something awful in the streets of Milan
and even though no one likes
a knock-down loaded Trickster much
theyâve got a fashion sense to die for
all that fur and feather accessorizing
to go with the Pucci (Coyoteâs call) scarves
and the Salvatore Ferragamo calf-skin
bag that Crow adores because he
canât hack the shoes
(they donât call them crowâs feet for nothing
is how he says it)
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anyhow, Crow was on the lookout for Raven
whom heâd heard had been seen
in the vicinity and needed
some advice on metaphor or allegory
aphorism or some such Trickster trick
because he had a gig in Kasabonika Lake
and them Oji-Crees up there
had heard all his schtick before
and the kids were even using
his best lines in the schoolyard now
Crow was after belly laughs
and Coyote couldnât help much with that
on account of he always wanted
to make them howl
although he did have some of the
snappiest zingers in the Trickster biz
and Crow himself had busted a gut
every now and then when Coyote
let loose with those moonlight
prowl stories of his
Raven knew the ins and outs of Trickster-ism
heâd even hung with the big guys
Nanabush and Wesakechak
creating mayhem in a tamarack bog
and driving the local Cree kids wacko
just before they drove south in
a battered â57Â Chevy
to dig the crazy Cajun food
in Nâaw Lins before Katrina
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so he knew a thing or two
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Crow hopped from the dresser
to the window ledge and fluffed
his inky feathers in the moonlight
and laid the full force of his
beady obsidian eyes on me
and cackled and croaked
and wondered if we had
any jalapeno-stuffed olives in the house
or the new Black Crowes CD
because Tricksters gotta stay hip
you know
itâs where the best bits come
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