all the oceans we contain

I seem to be on a roll with First Nations poets. This poem was shared in a workshop I did this past weekend with my always illuminating teacher, Marlene Schiwy. This beauty is from Linda Hogan. 

To Light

At the spring

we hear the great seas traveling

underground,

giving themselves up

with tongue of water

that sing the earth open.

They have journeyed through the graveyards

of our loved ones,

turning in their grave

to carry the stories of life to air.

Even the trees with their rings

have kept track

of the crimes that live within

and against us.

We remember it all.

We remember, though we are just skeletons

whose organs and flesh

hold us in.

We have stories

as old as the great seas

breaking through the chest,

flying out the mouth,

noisy tongues that once were silenced,

all the oceans we contain

coming to light.