To: Stacey Lee, my sister
30 wow, I’ll be 27 this year.
It’s been almost 10 years since we graduated high school.
The same stretch of time from 2nd grade to our senior year. (that realization hits me like a swift kick to the chin)
I pick my head up and look at the road I’m on.
I turn around and look behind me.
People pass and pay me no mind, their eyes fixed on the ground.
Like mice, who only know what their whiskers touch….
When did I join the march of mice.
What made me cower, fix my eyes to the ground.
Wonder aimlessly with no sense of the road ahead.
Who plays the drum by which we march, I follow the sound.
I crest the top of a steep rocky hill, to peer at the player.
I know his fiery eyes, his crocked smile.
He sees me and without skipping a beat he yells “Back in line pig…”
With my own crooked grin I flip him the bird. Bow to the east and spread my wings.
As I crest the trees he spits a beckoning roar….
The Great Spirit cradles me in the wind.
The sunrise breaks the peak of the eastern mountains.
It breaths the life back into my soul….
I circle the river of life. On it’s shores I watch otters play.
I swoop low.
To ask them – the way….
-Adam J Steele
