I so very much want to write a happy note
I want to bury my head under a blanket
and not see the metallic haze
I want to go knee deep in the beloved swamp
and watch the beauty of life
the swans, the frogs croaking today at noon
I want to fly to the central mother to be cradled
and reassured
I want to hop and dance and sing to the glorious spring
Hula in a gentle breeze
But the warrior in me keeps the sword and quiver at its own call
and I am back lopping off heads of the ones who harm this sacred Earth on this sacred day. Breath - I hear in the wind - breath