MIWOK: THE FIRST PEOPLE

We pass thru this park every day, where
submissive rain dances were performed.
We learned about history.

There is a sense of ownership—
the creek can’t remember
the prayer it was always offering, the trees are still.

Something will come.
Something will come.

Local traditions have little inspiration
anymore, their light is fading from the world.
People are out there, waiting.

Something will come.
Something will come.

(July 7, 2008)