12th Rainbow Family Gathering of the Tribes
July 1-7, 1983, Ottawa Forest, Michigan
(near the town of Watersmeet)

Where the waters meet
and leaping trout cross the road,
where the double yellow line ends
I saw a rainbow leaning
on a pine tree outside some shop
and I knew I was
almost Home.

Where a city had lived
and vanished into pits and pockmarks
full of rusted metal in the grass,
where broken barrel-hoops
marked the scattering
of an ancient population,
near a graveyard without ghosts
we gathered.

Where we gathered
a city rose from the grass,
we trampled highways
where our bare feet found old paths,
we built a nation every morning
on the coals of last night’s campfire
and cooked everybody