So I Can Say My Name
I donít remember
the stories I have had to do without.
Having never heard the voices of my people,
I keep asking the earth to give their names.
Answers slip through my fingers
because I have lost the bowl
that could have caught them.
Pretending like everyone else,
I neglect my kinship with the rain
that delivers water to hollows in stone.
Repeatedly I beg grey sky to sing me its colors
so Iíll know where I have come from
and where to go.
When sunset stains my face, memory returns,
only to sink out of reach in darkness
with dreams that might have been shared.
My body wants to listen
to my ancestorsí feet walking in fields,
wants to see days and nights passing
through their eyes long gone.
Lead me to say my name
so I can no longer forget
what has always been mine.