WHO GRANTED US THE GIFT OF NAMING
Lecia Wood
On the Red Road,there are many
the stone peopleand standing ones
four-leggeds,two-leggeds
thewinged ones, and
thebee nation ...
The list is long
in a world alivefrom every angle.
Oh give me a home,
her father wouldsay,
where the buffaloroam.
Shhhhhhh! the kidsroared
so they couldwatch TV.
Here in bed we sitsurrounded by bills
past due
late
delinquent
overdue
and offers toogood to turn down
0% interest tillJune
skip a payment
noquestions asked
alone and lost inevery way.
Out back an arm ofthe Oregon Trail
rutspast rotten slats from antique milk crates
and big woodenwheels
all that's left ofthe skeletons
of maroonedcovered wagons.
Prayers as tall asPikes Peak
rise
thunder
crackle
spark
from the tinywoman with the long braid
and tobacco thatspeaks
in the language ofSpirit,
who granted us thegift of naming.