In The Time of Mountains and Moons
A friend of mine bought a sculpture by an Apache artist. He asked me about it and I tried to explain about Spirit Dancers, and stuff like that. He's a white guy, a prominent civil rights attorney, very sharp, smart, all the things it takes to become a prominent civil rights attorney.
Which is a roundabout way of saying I got nowhere.
From nowhere I went to poetry. I'm nowhere near the poet of Steve Kuusisto but, in my own sweet way, I try.
Without further ado, asides, or digressions:
we come to this place in our mountains
at the time when the moon rises between two peaks in the eastsplitting them exactlythis is because we are not in timeas it is seen by humans but rathertime as it is seen by mountains and moonswe put on the clothes of ceremonyexactly the same wayin the same orderwe paint our faces in the certain wayas the faces have always been paintedin this time of mountains and moonswe take out our masks and put them onexactly the same way that has been donesince before there was human memorydrums beginsingers join the drumsdancers join drums and songsomething happens to us thenas we drum sing dance at this time in this placewe share a moment of a dreamothers have done this drum sing dance dreamjust as we do now others will do at their timewe find that we are the same as those othersthis dream that goes backthis dream that goes forwardthis dream that is nowthis dream that we drum sing danceinto being only on this nightonly in this place only at this timewe are part of a thread that goes all the way backat the same time it goes all the way forwardwe share our one soul in the time
of mountains and moons