for Ariel, Ocean, and Angeline
My house is filled with women
once children under my care.
Blood daughter and friends from birth
commune-raised mothers now
capable hands slicing slick melons
pale cheese and rough nut bread
cradling and small jouncing heads
shirt-fronts stained with leaky milk.
Married well and happy, blossoms
rooted 30 years before when we were
loamy with intention for a new world.
Returning from hospital this morning
with a heart that could not snap its fingers
better than the clumsiest white boy
I ponder time -- my own and theirs--
an addition, first smiles and sounds,
the greyness of lost sleep,
dreams of skinned knees and sweet kisses
expanding into an open future
a red balloon rising in still air
Scarred but steady now
my lumpy heart nests in the soft
laughing curves at my table,
delight in this aggregation
this clicking and rustling
pretty shells gay in frothy surf
departed from the ward
on my own two feet.
Causes Peter Coyote Supports
The Global Security Institute, Native Sovereignty Issues, Wild Earth( Natural Corridors Program),