We are the Land & the Land is Us

Eagle feathers floating down
To brush away yesterday’s tears
Waves crashing in to my heart
Breaking my soul open
Women’s voices echo love back into my skin
I hear my Indian name once again
Ka-tsi-tsa-kat-ste
A strong flower, a lasting flower
That lives through tough winters
And hard rain
Instill back in me
What I have always known

by Lindsay Katsitsakatste Delaronde