Indigenous

As I see the night sky sink into the dense soil

Just after a long rainfall

humidity is trapped in the air

The bright sun slowly falls down giving way to the moon

Gracefully making its debut

I ride into the darkness shadowing the uncovered melon sky

With elongated roads that crest up ahead

And whistling fields right beside my view

They run with purpose

Bare footed

Cloth hung around their waist

Beaded jewelry that clings right above their chest

And weapons holstered in the hand

Guided into the night

They peak through the tall whistling fields

With a masked mug full of sweat

Flushed cheeks

I swim through the idea that they are in my blood

A brave Indian

An Indigenous soul

Chanting the song

It beats against my veins like a drum

I run off into the melon sky

Daydreaming

I am a Brave Indian

An Indigenous soul

Rushed with thought

Riding into the night sky