The wolves gather
The bears assemble
And somewhere in the middle
I Stand
Waiting for the time
Within the cycle of Time
For the healing of the brothers
The sisters and the mothers
The fathers and the sons
Who choose not to live
As One.
Perhaps it is just a Dream
That descendants
Of First Man’s Brother
Can live in balance and harmony
With each of the Other
A time
When Naked Woman’s daughters
Need no longer fear
The memory
In the reflection
Of Lone Man’s tears
The Way provides a place
For the children of the Other
How long till the Healing
Of sister and brother.
By: Lorna Bailey