before an enthralled crowd, one anishinabe man
explains the art of another; this copper thunderbird
this morrisseau, the price he paid for vision, this gift
with which he won for all of us a way to see
that this land is rightly the nesting ground of binasi
thunderbird. i sit in the back and wonder, so this
is what it feels like, one’s own culture centred
relaxing, unrolling crackling lines of connection.
megwetch, miigwech, meegwich, chi megwetch.