Suspended miles above, on height
of dizzy death-defying span,
a Mohawk man prepares the site
for implementing steel-clad plan –
a skyscraper to lead from earth
to heaven’s altar, far above;
for skywalkers to traverse girth
and walk the path of clouds in love.
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For the many Mohawk steelworkers from the Kahnawake reserve in Quebec
From where I sit, above the earth,
I see the way the threads weave through
the tapestry; each knot and stitch
is planted with a plan in view.
When down below, my eyes don’t sense
the way the Artist plots and schemes;
the colours clash, the pattern fights
against itself in rowdy seams.
But if I lift my gaze aloft,
appraise the whole from ladder height,
my heart is thrilled to see the plan
that weaves me in, with threads of light.
Meanwhile, Melody Muses... 