Shaman

Medicines


I go in the early morning
before the sun is up
to gather fever medicine,
white frost from a yucca cup.

I catch the bluebird singing
the last notes of his song
and pop him into your pollen
to make you strong.

I gather the four sweet waters
of hail and river and snow
mixed with the drop of the spring rock;
clean from then you go.

And in the lightning flashes
I pluck blue ears of corn;
with sacred gruel I shal feed you
that you may be reborn.


(Navajo Shaman Song)