"As I before God fearing men who knew me when
stood farther and farther afield from my notes again..."
© Mark W. Ó Brien 2016
This sky reflects not the dark hill but its spirit history and stories. Here where once First Nation Peoples lived below, their spirits live on above.
They were living on this hill and valley since the last ice age, now they are here in the sky lighting the dark ground, watering the dry hill, tending to it as they did since the early times, since before time when the land was mist.
This creek where they fished, this hill where they hunted, this forest that provided for their needs, all this is still theirs. That it was taken from them does not make it less theirs, for the land belongs to those who love the land and not the ones who defend it with fence and gun and treaties as false as the Europeans who made them.
There are laws greater than man’s laws and there are forces that move through our lives, like the winds toss the autumn leaves. Here is a sky of menace and glory looming high above us, a spirit sky, a sky that will rain down on us both its fury and tenderest blessings.
spirits dance above
dark hills telling stories to
the listening ground
© Howard J Kogan 2017
Howard J Kogan is a psychotherapist and poet who lives in Stephentown, NY. His latest collection of poems is entitled "A chill in the air."