THE WIGWAM
The post and twine
are a memory of a tree
and plant I ate from and
took shelter from.
I honor its life and the
life it has brought to me.
The walls are as the
skin of my body.
A sacrifice to the elements
of nature.
How I honor it as my own.
My body's home.
The fur of my dear companion
has offered me comfort for
my head to rest.
How I honor its death
and the recycling
of its life.