Wiigwaasabak 

By Marcie Rendon

Our ancestors dreamt your future
The iron rail, Angus cows slumbering in shorn prairie
The buffalo remembered only on the metal
That buys and sells on the grain exchange

There are those moments at the Mississippi when a breeze
Through the ancient cottonwoods ­remembers
The absent sound of well-worn leather moccasins
And the silent slide of birchbark on muddy water
The moments when even you feel memory rise on neck hairs

Our ancestors dreamt your future,
While writing our future on wiigwaasabak; petroglyphs
The Midewinini secured our future in ­limestone caves