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“THE RECOGNITION
We learn too late the useless way light leaves
Footprints of its own…night, the first skin…
Thick river, remember we were light thanking light,
Slow music rising. Trees perhaps, or my own voice
Out of tune. I danced a human claim for coyote
In this gully. No strs. He slipped
By us, old as breath, moving in the rushing dark
Like moonlight through tamarack,
Wave on wave of unknown country.
Crazed, I can’t get close enough
To this tumble wild and tangled miracle.
Night is the first skin around me.
Roberta Hill Whiteman, Oneida Nation
Collected in: Sisters of the Earth: Women's Prose and Poetry About Nature by Lorraine Anderson”
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We learn too late the useless way light leaves
Footprints of its own…night, the first skin…
Thick river, remember we were light thanking light,
Slow music rising. Trees perhaps, or my own voice
Out of tune. I danced a human claim for coyote
In this gully. No strs. He slipped
By us, old as breath, moving in the rushing dark
Like moonlight through tamarack,
Wave on wave of unknown country.
Crazed, I can’t get close enough
To this tumble wild and tangled miracle.
Night is the first skin around me.
Roberta Hill Whiteman, Oneida Nation
Collected in: Sisters of the Earth: Women's Prose and Poetry About Nature by Lorraine Anderson”
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