I kicked a rock,
And the earth moved,
A star fell,
And one day was lost from the calendar forever.
1200 people were cured of cancer.
Membranes and tissue and derma regrew
Like the skin of a newborn child.

The medicine wheel must be realigned
From time to time.
So I drum to know without knowing.
So that even when I stumble
In my humanness,
And trip and stub my toe
And kick a rock,
It will somehow be the right one.

-jenn