This is WordsFest weekend. Very busy but I did manage to write a short piece to celebrate my experience.
Experience of WordsFest 2017
this land, this land
on which we stand
honoured for decades of centuries
historified with just two short paragraphs
in a back wall, hidden, not truly celebrated.
I hang my head, apologize
to Mother Earth who gives me life
Kontiwennenhá:wi (in English, Carries Words),
Haudenosaunee, (you might say, Iroquois)
Kahniakehaka kwe, (you might say, Mohawk woman – just never call me “squaw”),
A’no’:wara (you might say, Turtle Clan)
out of Tyendeniga (not the Township in Eastern Ontario)
Though you don’t notice me
I am —
the Em dash a nod to Emily
soft brk brk of chickens
joyous gospel choirs
the hint of an Acadian accent
lowing of cows coming home each evening
rustle of wildflowers
hum of bees in a September apple orchard
heart beat rhythm of water drums
crackle of real sugar on snow each spring
wagon wheels rolling to a place unknown
muted weeping of stunted trees
a cacophony of mysterious music
love songs in many languages
enveloped in the lullaby of every ancestor
this melody – my DNA
I hear your words
written down and signed
so I can carry them home…
And now I am wordified.
I am refreshed, renewed, rewired.
Deep bow of gratitude,
Nia:wen for reading this.