I hear your song, Sisters
the gather and order of energy
rumbles from the Earth into my feet
and ripples through my body
long ago and into the future
no longer latent
ready to be used

I hear your song, Sisters
the release and adieu of labels
the loss unnoticed by the immense sky
and waves of wonder in thought
memories and knowing
no longer latent
ready to be needed

I hear your song, Sisters
the hunting and gathering of resources
flights of instinct and inheritance
and cycles of survival
darkly held in the sunrise
no longer asleep
ready to be heard