by Ethel Mortenson Davis
In the end
all we have is sky.
He walked in winter
across the mountain
many times,
searching for the plant
dried by winter’s cold
that looks like all the others.
After many days
the medicine man
found the herb and planned
two ceremonies
for the whiteman,
a man who extended his arm
to The People, and they, The People,
extended their arms.
They took him
to a sacred place
high in the mountain,
performing the secret ceremony
where sky
is greater than the earth.
The white man walked
in two worlds.
“You will be okay,”
they said.
In the end all we have is sky.
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