Poem: The Crown of a Yurt

Crow On The Wire

Looking out the crown
of a yurt,
I can see the hawk
circling above
and hear the energy
of the howling wolf.

I can see my murky dreams
in the distance become clear.
I can feel the presence of the spirit
hover beside me.

As I look out the crown of a yurt,
I know I’m a part of all things
that are naturally made.
I know I’m not alone,
no matter where I go
or who I’ve been.

I can feel the soothing drumbeat
surround me,
the blueness of the Navajo sky,
the whispering winds of my ancestors
that gently guide me.

Looking out the crown of a yurt,
I can feel my life change and flow.
I can see my body gracefully age
with wrinkled dark skin
and the beauty of ancient wisdom.

©️Mft

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