When I sat moon-faced listening
to a story about your ancestors...
I listened to the urgent howl
of Red Wolf intent upon his journey
toward a true and lasting love.
His eyes cast upon the tender glances
of the dear one who was to be woven
into the length of his life's paths.
Your words painted a surreal picture.
Brought me into that Native world
where a Red Wolf existed and lit up
the road in the imagined caress of time.
The forest loomed in hopeful silence
as the two pushed onward in their travels.
They were encircled by the strong arms
of the past, by the heart of your sage ancestry.
I became not only that moon-faced listener
but a participant in your history
as those leafy limbs reached out to hug me
and drew me into their remembered embrace.
