Old Drums

I've come to this museum

to look at the drums

beautifully painted and

ancient. Your ancestors

made them. I come

near to see more

and you hit me

and hit me! I think

you are angry.

But that idea changes

as I become round

and my heart becomes loud.



Poem by Linda Crane - Art by Toni Smith
Poem and original art reprinted from Shamanic Applications Review