Showing posts with label Waiting to Move the Mountain. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Waiting to Move the Mountain. Show all posts

Tuesday, February 25, 1992

NATIVE AMERICAN WOMAN SPEAK

NATIVE AMERICAN WOMAN SPEAKS:
     —for Gene Ruggles

Sitting
like Buddha, Mary
TallMountain was the guardian,
a black triangle on a vast white plain.
Both solid, and non-solid, her hair, a living bridge
uniting head to shoulder, composed entirely of triangles.
The mantra interspliced dream images of her name. She said life
is a mountain.   Sit tall, become the mountain.  You are always going
to climb your own highest summit. She demonstrated, by sitting
cross-legged, the importance of strong foundations.
Standing, she could've been taller,
but that wasn't the
lesson.

2/25/92
SF National Poetry Week