Poem inspired by the art of Devin King
Spirits
As a protector he guided and guarded them well
Until we arrived and he could barely save himself
He hid in the mountains and in the forest
While they passed down their oral stories and shared them with us
They drew on rock and carved his image on the cave walls
What else would have been so hairy and tall
We could’ve learned so much from both of them
If only they felt safe, if only we came as a friend
Both species driven from their land
One fighting in bloody massacres I’ll never understand
Sometimes I feel their spirits walking in the woods with me
They’ve played their drums
And when I closed my eyes I could see
And I didn’t feel any fear
I feel welcomed by them
I come as passive explorer
never as a predator
I want them to know there is another way
No lights, no camera, no action
Just me, my soul and my open mind
I always try to convey that I’m gentle and kind
I leave behind both their lands exactly as I came
I’m trusting them, I hope one day they will do the same…
Sasysquatchgirl 