On Writing

Poem 273 – untitled

untitled

I am sorry, she said

& she listened to 
the past thrum
on her palm

& she heard
the present weep
on the chin 
of a mighty wind

& she observed
the dust of souls
collect & rise
uniting into an 
extraordinary

sunrise

Observation: the active acquisition of information from a primary source. In living beings, observation employs the senses.

Listen, learn, reflect, respond.

LINKS:

Truth and Reconciliation Commission of Canada: https://www.rcaanc-cirnac.gc.ca/eng/1450124405592/1529106060525

Indigenous Poetry: https://www.poetryinvoice.com/search/all/indigenous

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