From "Petroglyphs of Serena", by Adrian C. Louis

“The old people were moving slowly

through the cold air like exhausted swimmers

fighting the tides of a lung-raping sea.

But, the sun had its high beams on

and near the creek children were laughing

and moving as fast as spit on a hot woodstove.

Grandfather, it was a good day to pray.

Grandfather, it was a good day to pray

that the young would somehow get to be old….”


full poem at http://poems3.blogspot.com/, from his collection “Ceremonies of the Damned”