Because It’s Time
I’ve always been frustrated by an arbitrary time –
At least, time practiced here among the whites –
From cradle to the grave.
Eat, sleep and play – work, laugh and cry –
And all their opposites – the string of don’ts
Worn pearl-like around the necks of those who don’t
Do life outside some tight constriction.
But worst of all, that constant school refrain,
“Finish what you’re doing –
It’s time –
So off to home you go”
Some days the bell would never seem to ring
Yet we would sit and watch the sun dip low in wintry skies.
And then, on days of art and song or shop
They wouldn’t let us stay
To flow our hearts and minds –
As some new mode of
Self expression caught us up –
Conjuring from dim reaches of our souls
Things unfamiliar –
Our new mysterious friend
More precious as he never leaves
Or goes home just ‘because it’s time’
I’m glad I’m Creenglish – and though they hanged Riel
To keep that cancer cell from spreading to their kids
It grows just fine,
And creeps through cultural fishers like the water in the rocks –
‘Maybe’ – ‘some day’ – ‘later’ – who knows?’ – ‘whatever’—
Words of imprecision bring delight –
A way of life that yields to nature’s time –
Then rides its surfing power
When synchronicity is reached.
I love to watch white women drop their eyes as folks approach
“That’s Cree”, the Elder spoke, “Lakota don’t do that –
Though evil eye it skips and safety gains –
We prefer to look them in the eye”.
To me it’s not the evil eye, but self respect
To others given – not just for me—
To yield some space
And freedom just to be
without the imposition
Of my time or pressured presence in their loves.
Let others call it evil if they want
But me? It’s of a life that is
A oneness in the world
That sets me free.
So as again I hear that pressed refrain
‘Pack up your things—it’s time – so home you go” –
Again that pressured presence of the clock
Which tries once more to look me in the face
I turn my eyes back downward, deep within,
And choose to know that new mysterious friend –
Wave off the teacher – freed her way to go
For I’m already home – have long been so.