Hey Chief

How. Arm raised, still palm, worn, warm.

Cracks on face need not mend like bones.

Welcomes me to the teepee, step together.

Wind changes, so does his mind, let´s now ride.

Painted hand is still wild, I mount, having a mare.

Perhaps a test, connect- feel at rest, no protest.

Scouts swift ahead as our procession forwards.

Tatonka afoot tremor the terra, dust on pararie.

Vibrations and emotions run through who I am.

He sees my opening center. Now to the teepee.

How.

#HeyChief