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
The Reluctant Poet 