I have recently reconnected with a friend from many years ago through Facebook. He and I were both residents of the Job Corps program in Clearfield, Utah back in the winter of ’88 and spring of ’89. We’ve really hit it off as we started talking again as middle aged men. As is my way, I’ve sent him a copy of my book, an inkling hope. Every copy I give away has a personal dedication. Sometimes it takes me several weeks to decide what that will be. In this case, it was a poem.
New Tomorrows
for Veldon Black Tail Deer
We are creatures of the dreaming
poured forth from the stars
into every shape that roams
beneath these ever changing skies.
Long ages before our ancestors
fought on open fields of battle,
they were brothers who danced
stepping circles beneath the moon.
We are creatures of the drumming,
our spirits joined in a rhythm
that forever intertwines our histories
into the memory of new tomorrows.
