tongues tumble things together until there is a stream,
sewn like a river,
so fluid it rushes in movements,
nonlinear, random waves, curving 'round bends and bays.
gizaagi'igoo - all of us love you
that was probably the string of sounds that stuck with me most.
I was exposed to the words of the Anishinaabe language today,
and in a sentence, I have no idea what she is saying -
but the sounds are so fluid when strung together,
and I can tell this language was not meant to be written but stoked,
like a fire,
or ridden like a wave,
although it is a living thing barely kept alive today.
She asked that it be ignited,
because language walks and lives,
just as we breathe.