FINDING A WAY

You dreamed of peace, but you didn’t know
what you needed. What you’re looking for
will fall into your hills and be strong. From here,
I’d be the desert just to be strong. I went quiet
all those years ago—from here and from home, I swim,
for our families have been forgotten completely.

Look over your hope with good seeds—you run
to give it all up, and I don’t even remember
the big Blackfoot River.

(June 5, 2011)