Monday, June 4, 2012

four tell-tale signs

Our grandmother wore it until the night her breath ceased and her heart stood still, and my sister would not see another sunrise. As I scattered her ashes in the current of the river, watched her drift towards the ocean, the sky glowed deeply in the full sun of early summer. We were to leave, to make way for the rains and the strangers who were to arrive, but we were not to be destroyed. I could not hear or read the words of the fates in the shape of a cloud's shadow, but my heart drew me through the lands of our ancestors, and we would change and become strangers ourselves. When the sun was overhead, at midsummer, I gathered together an expedition, a reconnaissance mission, and we set to create a space for ourselves, a point of stability under the shifting sands of fate.

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