Dana Falconberry
Petoskey Stone
treading north along the shore i comb the dune grass through my handslift my gaze and there it stays until two circling eagles land stretch my stride to beat the tide i climb up higher for dry sand then with stealth i find myself upon a hill where two pines stand and on this white sand however far i roam forever will i find myself back home eagle feather sturgeon bone and in my left hand a petoskey stone in a lull cry two white gulls they clamor close to where i stand night will soon fall on the dunes i gather branches with both hands northern air oh sleeping bear oh weathered birches torn and tanned winter’s long the wind is strong but look at you how still you stand when i’m done just as the sun i shall set heavy upon this land before my shade i’ll hope i’ve made a faint impression in the sand
From Letras Mania