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Skincrawler I soar and ride high in wind drifts, free and luminous, spinning through whorls of air. Vertiginous, my pattern of swirl and flair, and no tears can be planted here. My wings make music, a harmony of sound and rhythm in union with clouds, faint moon rays, and upward breezes. To note my passage, rocks sing a melody, repeating words of the river. At each half moon, as purple dusk covers the earth, unbidden, I become a bird of prey, flying high, away-- mindless of my fathers, homeland, and spirits. Rituals, ancestors left behind. In the shadows of moon eclipses, freedom is pure and all that matters. |
Additional Notes:
Skincrawler is a translated word from the Navajo
meaning a person who changes into animal forms.
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