A Bag of Medicine and Wind

by Ari Berk

Directions move

within; here stone shifts to

smooth down all other forms

rendering subtle chants

Which, from the bag

escaping, might be heard

to whisper, "Remember,"

"Remember what you've seen,"

"All else returns

To the circling winds;

resolves itself to dust

As if it had never been."

Worn now, our days

and lost to other's hands

A tiny carvèd horse

and pollen mixed with sands.