Just outside the reservation
we scrambled from the car, racing
toward the caged bear and the old Indian
who sat stone-faced outside the gemstone shop.
His wrinkled brow so familiar,
drawing me in now all the more,
offeirng layered protection, shelter
from the weariness of twelve. I approached
With reverence, seeing whole worlds
in his eyes and untold stories.
A light flashed through his dark and storm-tossed eyes.
I slowed my step, all at once lost at sea
I understand this. Yes indeed, when we slow down long enough to give silence some reverence, then the "knowing" comes soon after that. Well prepared is this little gem of a write.
Using Calgary as a backdrop the author satirizes the self-serving nature of the public as it continues to fatten itself, not only physically, but egotistically as well.
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