by Kaitlyn Hoffmaster
I go to the water with all my mothers
I return to this mirror, that refracts all surrounding life.
Before my descent, the reflecting images are clear as the past then only the silence is washed all over It surrounds me, it consoles me
This water that runs in my blood
Has born me, and born all my mothers
Here I worship them all
Here I am blanketed, and made whole
For the other world is colder
Here I wish to stay forever
Until the time comes to an end of the waterways
For myself and all my mothers to be worshipped and remember