Makwa

Nature always wears the colours of the spirit.

 

Beaver tail paddle laps quietly

Caressing waters dark as soot

Each stroke sooths the soul

 

Loon cries its mournful song

Followed by silence that embraces 

Paddling towards the setting sun 

 

Water, sky and I are now in rhythm 

Troubled thoughts peel away

I am at home here in this place 

 

The quiet is all-consuming 

Canoe travels in silence

My chest expands my soul is home 

 

I feel the weight of time here

I sense those who’ve traveled 

These waters and now watch over me

Author's Note

In Ojibwe, "makwa" means bear, specifically a black bear. It's also a significant animal in Anishinaabe culture and mythology, holding a prominent place within their clan system.

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

A good Native title and poem shedding the light of these bears to nature where their habitat is threatened by human action.
I like to try a canoe paddling towards the setting sun.
A mighty fitting poem.

[MCS]

Sami, it’s my favorite mode of transportation. Yes, sadly, we have encroached on all these natural habitats. Thank you for reading and sharing much appreciated.

[Sami Khalil]

Wow!
Did not know that.
You are welcome MCS.