Laguna Woman

Reach to touch
Our sweet bird of creation.
She felt the preciousness
Brush her cheek with a kiss.

Natant as an infinite
Swimming turtle boy.
Life is our inheritance
Laguna Woman’s pride and joy.

Moon Man lingers
Before the moment he sets.
Water that trickles through our fingers
Remiss to have never tasted it to our lips.

The hug of the hills be our cradle.
The wings of our prayers are natal.