Looking two parts from--
two parts from a longer poem about Deetseyamah, Deetseyamah
is where I come from, my home.
Looking north and seeing the mountain,
Kaweshtima, the strong mountain, is a prayer.
On cold wintry days, the mountain
seems taller and bigger.
The distinctions made by the contrast of light and dark,
the difference made sharper and clearer, the clarity of space.
It occurs to me again that wherever I have been,
I have never seen a mountain that
has stood so clearly in my mind when
I have needed to envision my home when loneliness for myself
has overcome me.
The mountain has occurred.
Now I see it sharing it's being with me, praying.
On Friday, Joy and I talked about sense of presence.
What is it?
How does it come About I think it
has to do with a sense of worth, dignity,
and how you fit with occasion, place, time, and people.
It's also a physical thing, carriage of body, hand and head
movements, eyes fixed upon specific points.
And then it is an ability to which
is instinctive and spiritual to convey what
you see to those around you.
Essentially, it is how you fit into that space which
is yourself how well and appropriately.