When Hawk in the Sky danced today
he did not dance for the tourists,
he did not dance to impress,
the young ladies.
He danced to be part of his people,
to feel connected to his fathers,
he felt the heart beat of the earth,
in the drums,
the dance flowed through him,
and he felt his spirit take off,
towards the sky, soaring
and he truly was, Hawk in the Sky.
Keep soaring my brother.
Poetry © Copyright 2014, nicodemasplusthree