UNAMA’KI; LAND OF THE FOG

july 30th, 2020

land of the fog

here the trees

who are closest to you

are seen

unable to determine if distance is the instance

or if spirit determines the portrayl of length

who are we to ask spirit

when truth stands right in front of our eyes

each time

jipji'j

the only one who calls

the only one who sees

any time I try not to be

some days I stand with the fog

lie with the fog

dance with the fog

cry with the fog

land of the fog

usually lands

so far

so far

I admire each kind

who finds their own wholeness

in the lands so far from their

land ties

these knots hold my blood in

these knots hold my medicine from running thin

these knots treat the pain

with whispers of familiar

times

songs

sways

here the trees who are closest to you are seen

here I feel the physical pressence

of those who hold me

land of the fog

where my heart

aligns

all along

jipji'j

I promise to carry your song

jipji'j

I promise to carry your love

their love

the love of this foggy land

everywhere I go

wholeness can try to tear

this foggy land

will always take me back

no need to fight

she needs no repair