animal totems

In birch bark canoe she paddles past rocky shores.

Fishing words from the universal rivers of truth.

 Cast into a net.

Uncomfortable, but still alive in this new air of consciousness.

Flopping to form structure,

Gutted, raw fleshy words.

Ideas simmer into being.

Fermented endings and beginnings.

Stories massaged for the feast.

Tonight we dance to beating drums.

Embracing our elders who have shown us the pen.

New legends appear through smoke and flame.

Animal totems are with us again.