
Making the Hidden Visible
On a recent walk through autumn's turning, I listened to a podcast interview with Layli Long Soldier, poet and citizen of the United States and the Oglala Lakota Nation. She read from her book of poetry, WHEREAS, in which she offers a deeply personal response to the disturbingly impersonal Congressional Resolution of Apology to Native Americans, signed by President Obama in December of 2009.
As we approach what has historically been Columbus Day, and more recently (for som

Visible Morning
This morning I walk
Bare hands tucked deep into wool
Sun as my compass.
Notice…
Red spots ignite green
Five-pointed flames dropped gently.
Three placed in pocket.
Listen…
Caw, caw, caw black flaps
To the peak of mountain fir.
Trills sing, out of sight.
Witness…
Impossibly small
Droplets on every green blade
And Dahlia’s last bloom.
When I turn towards home
Rays peek over a back gate.
Air, heavy with wet
Dances in a shaft of light.
Invisible, seen. (