Skywalker

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.

*

For the many Mohawk steelworkers from the Kahnawake reserve in Quebec

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From Where I Sit

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.