The valley lay before me
The sunlight just peeking
Above the farthest peak
I stood quietly
Looking out over my quiet village
I pulled my robe closer around me
The air still had the night’s chill
The feathers around my beaded shields
Moved in the breeze
Bringing back memories that
Had been locked away

The symbols on my robe told the stories of my life
Of loves, of quarrels, of births and letting go
My end of time was coming soon
I sensed, but I could still teach
I could still offer counsel
If only anyone would listen

I am in a suspended time in life
Not vital, but still valuable
Am I content with that?

The sunlight hit my face
And warmed my body
The doubt at the end of night fled
And in its place came peace

and another day.