Flowers, coins, food, and water.

I hear the wind whispering
the fresh memory of your voice.
Trees cracking, air whistling through them,
my arms around them
while the wood turns out to be skin.

Flowers, coins, food, and water.

White stones surround me;
I’ve never liked the way they look at me.
They say it’s the only place I can talk to you,
but what is land if not our ancestors?
Why can’t I see you everywhere?

Flowers, coins, food, and water.

The sun reaches for my face as you tell me:
“You’re wrong, you see me everywhere”.
I remember.
Suddenly, the bees, the rain, and the dirt are parts of you,
parts of the person I once knew.

Flowers, coins, food, and water.

I talk to you, I take your hand:
Flowers for beauty and remembrance.
Coins for honor and respect.
Food for nourishment and peace.
Water for life and connection.

Flowers, coins, food, and water.

Those are
my offerings
for you.