Nadia MYRE

watching fire
iskotêw – the world’s oldest tv
coals crack embers

old ones take flight return home

what was mumbled when they left this earthly plane

wâwâhtêw

camped in a dark hole
makosê behind us
thirsty, we listen

Cree stirs memories
flourish into being

word forms easy spilling ancestors from lips,
the night is hot with them

wîhkimâkosiw

we feast with good intention marvel in the wonder

two friends dance ayasikwêsimo – old snake dance,
kitawê-wêpiskaw
shed kinepikwasakay kinepik ketih takosit

we are want for nothing but what is here in inky darkness