GOD IN THE BLADE OF GRASS
The sky fell prodding
sunlight through
our tent.
The light moved like a
snake on grass
ascent.
Her tongue hurried flashing
yet, no sound?
no hiss?
I giggled gazing
out our tent
to kiss!
"What?" said my grandmother as she sat with her back to me.
"Nothing." I said.
My grandmother is gone now, I'd love to tell her that I saw
God in the blade of grass that day.
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THE MOUNTAIN OF GOD & OTHER POEMS
PoetryTHE MOUNTAIN OF GOD & OTHER POEMS features a collection of my bilingual Ojibwe/English poetry. Minawas/enjoy!
