VISIONS


Just when it was time
The sparrow came from the south
The snows began to melt
They walked many miles Day followed by day
Women and men
Along the trail of the ancestors
They would stop and gather
In sacred places
Visions of the world
And the universe beyond
The seasons were always the guide
Life was simple
The people as complex as any
The mountains came in to view
The journey near the end
Just when it was time


Michael V Hechtman