Pima Road Notebook #2 by Keith Ekiss27/09/2010
By Keith Ekiss
of a nation buried within a nation.
Our hand-me-down history book said,
They were like children, naked and afraid.
The timeline revealed when horses arrived,
and soldiers. Stone clubs, worn, obsolete,
shaved from mesquite root, resembling
the potato mashers of New England kitchens.
Mulberry bows and arrow quivers tanned
from bobcat skin. Two feathers: hunting,
three feathers: war. The teacher clutched
my fingers in hers, pointed to the signs
I clearly hadn’t thought enough to read:
Hands are not allowed to touch the glass.
Photographs of women crafting baskets,
deeply-wrinkled, patient, smiling faces.
Human figures woven into each, a boy
trapped deep within the spiral of a maze,
lost or at home, I couldn’t say.
New Issues has recently published Keith Ekiss’ book of poems Pima Road Notebook.