Revitalized By Conference

By: Diana Bahn

New York, New York

The ground is like a canoe

It’s gliding on the lake

A ground of water

No effort.

I stroke the ground

As stillness we move

A unit across

wilderness.

a sky ground

a sun ground

a tree ground

a rock ground

a me ground

In the wind

In the heat

In the sun

A ground.

Around the lake

Around the ground

I switch the side

To paddle round.

A rock door

Lift the boat

Feet on ground

To other lake.

Boat put down

On water ground

We glide and glide and arrive.

Indian glyphs on rock with

Paint depict the

Sacred ground that

Is all around

500 eternal years.

To be down and bound to

Canoe on ground

A fluid pathway

That was here before

The silent sounds

Of wind on ground

We turn around

City bound.