Teach me that same laughter ruffled round your eyes Adhering to waypoints Lifting to speak with egrets and crows Falling to step over unrestrained roots Or to find the perfect one You’ll later grind for cures.
Teach me that same gentleness stitched into your limbs Drenched in noble codes Drying to soothe base quarrels Shrinking to fit undeveloped skill Or thread the needle kindly Your cataracts ignored.
Teach me that same patience seeping from your organs Basted in all seasons Puffed with slimy fosterlings Ripened by totemic strainings Risen from crocodile nests and elk scat You misidentified.
Teach me that same grace vibrant in your blood Churning hours to butter Whitened by toothless clutchings Sifted through thorn-snagged skirts Woven with milk prayers and charcoal smoke You offer reverently.
Teach me that same wisdom chiseled in your bones Bleached on sunny hillsides Terraced in nutmeg and mango Pulsed into pies for sisters Singing oracles to honeyed outcomes You shape with practice.
Grand Mother Teach me that same fervor and turkey feather fan Tended in silent comet strokes Rippled lakeside shadows Coddled by generations Or lead me to my untrammeled trailhead And kiss me onward.