Pottery Lessons I

hokte    hokte    honvnwv*

begin here

with the clay she says

under her breath a handful of earth

from silt-bottomed streams

loosens between fingers water

echoes in an empty bowl      hokte

hoktet hecet os*

I was birthed of mud blood

And bone    hokte

                hoktet hecet os

glass globes

inside my tin belly

echo of water

in an empty bowl

I remember the sound of her soft

body      hokte

                hokte honvnwv

Have just begun

to bleed today

thought I might be dying

walked barefoot beyond

the backyard

over the cattle guard    hokte

                                    hokte honvnwv

each grass blade

a rusted glint in the circular

basin of bison

grazing clay rims

the water colored sky

in the empty bowl

water echoes

when we walk

horizons shift how to call them

closer feel their white tufts

between fingertips      hokte

                                    hokte honvnwv

*Mvskoke (Muscogee)—hokte: woman, honvnwv: man, hecet os: to see