ISSUE 30: Summer 2015

Two Poems

The Call: Breath is wind, Voice is wind Wind is power [sto:lo teaching]

The Call:

Breath is wind,

Voice is wind

Wind is power

[sto:lo teaching]

My Response:

We enter the world wailing, fighting for breath

first breath assaults the skin, offends the body

Insulted, we weep, unsure we want to be here

The woman who bore us murmurs

Vocables—intended to soothe

Sharpens the surgical light

This first language recedes under soft incantations

family chatter intoning us in urgent nonsense

to bond, to connect, to seek joy

These murmurs lighten the burden of being

in this our grand entry into the world of shadow, of light

at times too bright, in folds too dark

wondering without knowing, looking not seeing.

breath sparks up courage

to listen and sing back

Everything begins with song

the sweet mountain breath of wind whispering through cedar—earth’s symphony, Wind taps out tunes to the valley floors, even the howling storm winds sing agonizingly beautiful songs, arias of painful transformation we come to love.

Songs hooked to the language of wind lessens this burden of being

couples itself to the promise of language;

voice elevates being, renders life manageable;

There is power in the breath we pass over vibrating vocal chords.

The words carry a charge

The spark invites response

The hum of song points receivers in the direction of the good life.

the breath of others takes their own journey through the body,

passes breath through some imagined future

Lee Maracle is a Sto:lo [Coast Salish Nation]. The above is the teaching we adhere to when we speak.

Balancing Books

Interest in audited financial statements paid by poets

in increments of time’s slippage

searching truth

can be expensive

sometimes truth slips

slippage has a shelf life of twenty-two seconds

which when divided by the ability to save

debits attention

breaks interest

being broke I am unable to pay attention

attention deficit is a disorder

for which there is no financial cure.

A poet’s financial projections

wiggle between attention to moments

of fanciful flight and numbers dancing

misunderstood overtop monetary vowels

debiting clarity

and threatening loss.