The Rainbow Warriors at Dawn
14th Rainbow Family Gathering of the Tribes
July 1-7, 1985, Mark Twain Forest, Missouri
through a sleeping camp
of rainbow warriors at dawn,
my brother and I
going down to carry water from the spring.
like other sleeping creatures
inattentive in the early light,
scattered in the leaves along our path
through a forest of shadows
a second time, climbing back
with our full buckets.
At the top of the ridge
here and there a warrior sits attentive
as the sun climbs
and the valley opens:
dewdrops on the wildflower petals,
mist rising from the circle below
where the dancing has flattened down the grass.
At the Crystal Teahouse
we find a sleepy gathering of warriors.
Some are early travellers.
Some have been up with us
stoking the campfire with cigarettes
and constellations all night,
out of sassafras and moon—
We start the tea.