The key to the universe is that you can choose. -- Carl Frederick
THE INVITATION
by
Isaac Saldaña
She stands on a grassy knoll
In an endless prairie
Her raven waist-length hair moves
In rythm with the fringe
Of her white bucksin dress
As it ripples gently
With the breeze
As she looks out
With ancient vibrant eyes
She wears a knowing smile
On her pre-pubescent face
She gestures invitingly
With a slow-moving arc of her left hand
Towards a pair of long cedar staffs
Planted firmly in the ground
The two poles stand silently together
Like a portal to another time
Each shaft lovingly decorated
From top to bottom
With multi-colored medicine wheels
Of various sizes
Not one like another
As I stride expectantly
Approaching the staffs
I must decide
Do I pick one over the other
Do I take them both
Or do I simply walk between
To experience what awaits beyond
THE INVITATION
