My feet rest cool on
limestone, miles deep, eons old.
limestone, miles deep, eons old.
I think I’m grounded.
OR
My feet rest on stone,
miles deep, millions of years old.
I think I’m grounded.
OR
Watching my friend dance,/
I felt my mouth’s corners turn/
upward once again.
gunałchéesh
(To read the backstory behind the totem raising, click here for the totem raising story)