Resonance

by Marilyn Larson 

There were five of us… women

walking with drums… along a lake

shore. Near noon....

A cedar tree cluster called us to sit

among branches that looked like

roots… reaching for the sky. 

While settling into the snug curve

of a trunk… a drum rim thumped

the tree… Sound resounded as drum-

beats mirrored heart-beats five

times ‘round….

Resonance in a nest

rising from the ground… sunlight

streamed through the green ancestral

crown….

Forever we sat…

bathed in beauty with sound.

Sunlight and star light mingled overhead

as we received their nourishment…

on a ceremonial day in May.