By Trace A. DeMeyer
I jump with evolution
As a child of the stars,
a witness to human frailty
I study the masters,
Mystics, prophets, poets
to absorb their magic
I propel mountains of knowledge
But fall back, poisoned by pollution
Broken by my own ignorance and innocence
My blood stores so many memories
every horrific mistake, every genocide,
Things I would just as soon forget.
So I pray myself well.
Copyright © Trace A. DeMeyer. All rights reserved.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Trace A. DeMeyer (Cherokee-Shawnee) writes poetry when the quiet voice wakes her. She is working on her first chapbook. Her memoir “One Small Sacrifice: Lost Children of the Indian Adoption Projects,” published in 2010, describes her search for adoption history, her identity and birth-relatives. Trace is former editor of the Pequot Times and Ojibwe Akiing. Visit her on the web at her journalist blog www.splitfeathers.blogspot.com