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Circle of Stone and the Spoken Word
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11470 |
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THE ARTS
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10 / 1986 |
800 Words |
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Terry Wooten, Taelen Thomas, Ray Nargis, Anne-Marie Oomen
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Stone Circle
In northern Wisconsin and Minnesota
the Sioux and the Chippewa
still don't get along with each other,
though they both treat rocks
with reverence.
There are stone still in earth
just below the surface
big as prehistoric bulls,
many times stronger
they can break down the biggest tractor
in its tracks.
Pick them up
and place them in a circle of time,
all the things that rocks have gone through.
The tractor groans,
its steel arms creak,
hydraulic hoses squeal
as I try to levitate
this wild old rock
the modern way
from its nest full of time
and squashed earth.
The stuff this tractor
is made of
and this ancient old boulder
are like kin,
dust off a star.
In comparison
I'm just a speck in time,
insignificant
as an ant
trying to carry
a sacred egg.
--Terry Wooten
Manoa Valley Sunset
Behind my back sets the sun.
In front of me the green grows pale
Hillsides sink into darker latitudes,
Vague shades of the mountains behind.
Above, strands and cylinders of sunlight
Supporting tilted echelons
Of bronze and blue gold…
All this while the wind exhales slow clouds
In a darkening purple blend,
And the day dives deeper,
Softly,
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