Morning Mists

In the gray mist of the morning
Before bursts of color
Announce the arrival of a new day,
The loom sits in the corner,
An empty slate,
Energy hovers, waiting
To be woven into the tapestry
Of the immediate future.

It is the time to ponder
The journeys of the night,
To assimilate all that dreams have taught,
To shine inner light
As far as the next few steps
On the endless journey
From who we were
To who we become.

As evening is the time
To toss the cards on the table
So dreams can sort them,
The gray of the pre-dawn
Is the time to play the hand.

Stillness filled with anticipation,
The moments before
Life springs forth to once again
Indulge itself
In the meaningful and mindless,
In the heartfelt and heartless,
In the selfless and selfish,
In the never ending patterns
Emerging
In the fabric of our lives.

~ Carol Dixon


The Beach

The crashing waves
Of life's turmoil
Wash up the debris
Of crushed plans and aspirations.

The beach
Now littered with
Wreckage...
Hopeless trash to some,
Yet a few see it
As
A beginning of
Something new...
Each piece having
An integrity
Of its own...
Each broken fragment
Being of value
To the new creation.

Two men strolled
Barefoot on the warm sand,
One stepping over
The debris
With a beaten look
On his aging face,
The other stopping
With a twinkle in his eye,
As he stooped to gather
The treasures
His walk had revealed.

~ Carol Dixon

A Conversation of Four
 
1[some of our women are
missin'..
human traffic they tell me
rush hour 
on the great lakes..

2[what ethnicity 
are they?!..
1[lakota
3[Cree
4[Otoe
2[oohh...just NDN's?!
okay..."we'll look...into it"

silence...cold as smoke
murder...slavery
unabated

1[where is my sister?!
3[my mother hasn't 
been seen...for six months!
WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!...
2[weelll the simple answer?...
nothing...nothing _to do...
(i hate you)

men work...men eat
slave traded
chemical chains
young girls for games

_ _young lakota girl
kills her abuser
gets a life sentence
WTF?!.._ _

2[ummm well?...a life's a life!..
justice got served!...

o^....yea servitude
severed arterial purpose
a gender genocide.
O^...yea..on just us!!..

3[ the tide is rising!..
what will we see?!
zhu...flesh flotsam jetsam?!
shpo^...sodden sights
of the missing?!...

4[what's left 
of us..bones
rag weeds
floating flower petals
of make-up cakes
the stench stained air
1[it is the mune
of killing flowers!!..
our young have 
returned to us?!
ha`-shki-pa!....

u`-be hni
returned to us 
as ghost'

2[awww it'll be alright
they're in heaven now!
3[we shall die
not knowing!!..
4[death 
has already found
us...
ts'eeeee

has  anything changed?!
nothing 
that can be seen
tactile
4[silence holds no
golden thread
the rust of olde blood
wa-bi^`
ancient hate
prejudice
gender genocide
for the ages!..
the need to be done 
with confession
2[whose confession?!
next case!..

1[3[4[we shall endure
for as long
as the slavery
deaths...debts not ours to pay
continue?!..
so shall we 
continue to ask..
the questions
you!...don't like!!!!!
WHERE ARE OUR WOMEN?!
OUR LOVED ONES?!
RED EARTH!!...
SHO^`-SHO^-E
as our people require it
of us!...
WE SHALL BE
RELENTLESS!...
WITHOUT CEASING!!...

no^-xe_u-zho^-ge
u`-be-hni

We are the 
ghost road
borne!...
and we are ALWAYS
walikng 
our way home!...

SHO^!..
it is done!...

~ Soldier Blue