A poem by Roberta Hill of the Oneida tribe
The sunlight in your heart hovers
in your smile when you share
your knowledge. Women and men
of intelligence and grace,
you created the spirit of this place.
How you have aided
my soul, that fluttering thing
that tries to launch across the haze,
that wants to flit
beyond the first green leaves
The moonlight in your heart
fills this city as it sleeps
and dreams. That moonlight knits our wounds
through the many ways you think
of others climbing
the hills behind you.
Cold Mountain said don't lose
the moment's happiness. The same
wind that woke him wakes us now.
The starlight in your heart twinkles
in Duck creek, glistens like dew
on early grass. It
helps the buds break as now
into a shock of green.
When we talk sometimes I see
one intense immense earth
wider than our words and more profound,
brilliant as a breath
wearing your radiance.