You miss her.
Your recent visit did you good.
There is always guilt associated with time -
too long since your last conversation,
too long since your last visit,
too long since you last thought of her.

She is always with you.
Never faultering.
Never failing to hear your words
and know your heart.
All that is between you is time now,
and time is finite.

When I found her
I learned that she
was not something
wild to tame but
something wild to
                run with.
                                                                                            Jon York   2019

I am your shadow
Your follower
You are my leader

You say
I do

I smile
when you smile

I laugh
when you laugh

I feel like a clone
But you never cry
you never frown
You are like the only shiny penny in my wallet

Indigenous knowledge and unwritten tradition
Ritual dances and pagan gods
She speaks to the deads
Heals the deepest wound
Whispers to the reindeers

But one day people with skins, the colour of snow, came
Untouched by her wisdom
Nothing she could do to stop them
The land was soiled
Purity went away

Wishing things were more linear
It all feels so peculiar
Like a compass looking for the north
I don't know where to step forth

It is all coming together
And falling apart at the same time
Lost and overwhelmed
This chaos is starting to look too familiar

If hope is the engine
Then, perseverance is the path
Introspection is the map
And resilience is the key