a traveler through time and space

over the course of 132 seasons, you found yourself swimming in a storm, or running what felt like an endless marathon. the weight of your burden, in the presence of his, hers and theirs, created chaos, heavy, as if it were dragging like the words from a blackfoot elder saying “yohhh”. and like ice, slowly melting and shifting, unveiling what was underneath the chaos, and reconnecting with where it all began, all the good, the bad and the ugly, that reside on those dusty and bumpy backroads of the rez, or on the side of the river, hiding behind an abandoned log like ka’kitsimo, and brushed away in the backyard of what is now a burnt down house, debris of old clothing and shoes, traces of memories, making only what wants to be visible visible and hiding the rest, until its ready to be acknowledged.

• untitled, 2021