Woke to the sound
Ringwraith’s shriek
Whistle roar found
To be elk in heat
Climbed down
Grandma’s cave
cross the graves
thru Sedona waves
and Vortex rays
Mutations light
Shone on the stones
Medicine Wheel
Electric field feel
Hitchhiked the way
To Sipaulovi
In the cargo bed
Pickup truck
With a Snake Priest's
Son named Faron
Hopi Water Clan
Arrived Second Mesa
Glistening beer cans
Piled up to Plateau’s top
In the morn Snake Priests
Searched four directions
To gather snakes
With painted face
Hidden on rooftop
Watched the dance
In the Snake Shrine
Priests carried in hands
and in mouths straight
Rattlesnakes prayers
for the Rain
and then it came
Dark clouds suddenly
Appeared with Thunderbirds
And circular Lightning
Hit the clouds
Cheers of crowds
Told not to move fast
Or the rain won’t last
Winged White Buffalo
Woman appeared
In Sky alight
288 fallen Sparks
Great Spirit moved
Upon the face
of the water
at this sacred place
then left no trace
© 2017 Daren the Silent Ranter - Yeti Fire Publishing
